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PRESBYTERIAN   CHURCH 


aanttetr  States  of  America, 


PHILADELPHIA: 
PRESBYTERIAN    BOARD   OF    PUBLICATION. 

WILLIAM  S.  MART1EX,  PUBLISHING  AGENT. 

1840. 


Eastern  District  of  Pennsylvania,  to  wit: 

BE  IT  REMEMBERED,  That  on  the  thirtieth  day  of  July,  in  the  fifty-fiftfr 
year  of  the  Independence  of  the  United  States  of  America,  A.  D.  1830,  EZRA 
STILES  ELY,  D.  D.  in  behalf  of  the  Trustees  of  the  General  Assembly  of  th« 
Presbyterian  Church  in  the  United  States  of  America,  of  the  said  District,  has 
deposited  in  this  office  the  title  of  a  Book,  the  right  whereof  he  claims  as  Pro- 
prietor, in  the  words,  following,  to  wit: 

"  Psalms  and  Hymns  adapted  to  public  worship,  and  approved  by  the  General 
Assembly  of  the  Presbyterian  Church  in  the  United  States  of  America." 

In  conformity  to  the  act  of  the  Congress  of  the  United  States,  entitled,  "An 
Ac*  for  the  encouragement  of  learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of  maps,  charts, 
and  books,  to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies,  during  the  times  theiein 
mentioned" — and  also  to  the  act,  entitled,  "An  Act  supplementary  to  an  act,  en- 
titled,'An  Act  for  the  encouragement  of  learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of  maps, 
charts,  and  books,  to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies  during  the  times 
therein  mentioned,'  and  extending  the  benefits  thereof  to  the  arts  of  designing, 
engraving  and  etching  historical  and  other  prints." 

D.  CALDWELL, 
Clerk  of  the  Eastern  District  of  Pennsylvania. 
J.  Ashmead  #  Co.Printers. 


ADVERTISEMENT. 

At  the  meeting  of  the  General  Assembly  of  the  Presbyterian 
Church,  in  May,  1830,  the  Committee  on  Psalmody,  presented 
the  following  amended  and  improved  book  of  Psalms  and  Hymns, 
which  was  approved  by  the  Assembly;  and  its  use,  in  the  worship 
of  God,  authorised  in  all  the  churches  under  their  care. 


PSALMS. 


Psalm  1.    first  part.    C.  M. 

I>  LEST  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place 
*  Where  sinners  love  to  meet; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  scoffer's  seat: 

2  But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  placed  his  chief  delight ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  of  generous  kind 

By  living  waters  set, 
Safe  from  the  storms  and  blasting  wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  state. 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair 

Shall  his  profession  shine ; 

While  fruits  of  holiness  appear 

Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  so  the  impious  and  unjust ; 

What  vain  designs  they  form! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dust, 
Or  chaff  before  the  storm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 

Among  the  sons  of  grace, 
When  Christ  the  Judge,  at  his  right  hand, 
Appoints  his  saints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 

His  heart  approves  it  well ; 
But  crooked  ways  of  sinners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

a  2  5 


6  PSALM  1. 

Psalm  1.    second  part.    S.  M. 

THE  man  is  ever  blest, 
Who  shuns  the  sinner's  ways, 
Among  their  councils  never  stands, 
Nor  takes  the  scorner's  place: 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  study  and  delight, 
Amidst  the  labours  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  shall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root ; 
Fresh  as  the  leaf  his  name  shall  live; 
His  works  are  heavenly  fruit. 

4  Not  so  th'  ungodly  race ; 

They  no  such  blessings  find ; 
Their  hopes  shall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  stand 

Before  that  judgment  seat, 
Where  all  the  saints  at  Christ's  right  hand 
In  full  assembly  meet  ? 

6  He  knows,  and  he  approves 

The  way  the  righteous  go : 
But  sinners  and  their  works  shall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

Psalm  1.    third  part.    L.  M. 

HAPPY  the  man  whose  cautious  feet 
Shun  the  broad  way  where  sinners  go, 
Who  hates  the  place  where  atheists  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  scoffers  do. 
2  He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning  light, 
Among  the  statutes  of  the  Lord ; 
And  spends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
With  pleasure  pondering  o'er  the  word. 


PSALM  2. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  streams, 
Shall  flourish  in  immortal  green ; 

And  heaven  will  shine  with  kindest  beams, 
On  every  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  sinners  find  their  counsels  crossed 
As  chaff  before  the  tempest  flies, 

So  shall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  lost, 
When  the  last  trumpet  shakes  the  skies. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  seeks  to  stand 
In  judgment  with  the  pious  race ; 

The  dreadful  Judge,  with  stern  command, 
Divides  him  to  a  different  place. 

6  "  Straight  is  the  way  my  saints  have  trod ; 
I  blessed  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain; 

But  you  would  choose  the  crooked  road  ; 
And  down  it  leads  to  endless  pain." 

Psalm  2.   first  part.   S.  M. 

MAKER  and  sovereign  Lord 
Of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  answers  thy  decrees. 

2  The  things  so  long  foretold 

By  David,  are  fulfilled  ; 
When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  slay 
Jesus,  thine  Holy  Child. 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  Jews  with  one  accord 
Bend  all  their  counsels  to  destroy 
Th'  anointed  of  the  Lord? 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 

o^         o 

To  form  a  vain  design ; 
Against  the  Lord  their  powers  unite, 
Against  his  Christ  they  join. 


S  PSALM  2. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
And  will  support  his  throne ; 
He  that  hath  raised  him  from  the  dead, 
Hath  owned  him  for  his  Son. 

Psalm  2.    second  part.    S.  M. 

OUR  Lord  's  ascended  high, 
And  rules  the  subject  earth ; 
The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth. 

2  Beneath  his  sovereign  sway 

The  Gentile  nations  bend ; 
Far  as  the  world's  remotest  bounds 
His  kingdom  shall  extend. 

3  The  nations  that  rebel 

Must  feel  his  iron  rod : 
He'll  vindicate  those  honours  well, 
Which  he  received  from  God. 

4  Be  wise,  ye  rulers,  now, 

And  worship  at  his  throne ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  judges,  bow 
To  God's  exalted  Son. 

5  If  once  his  wrath  arise, 

Ye  perish  on  the  place ; 
Then  blessed  is  the  soul  that  fiies 
For  refuge  to  his  grace. 

Psalm  2.    third  part.    C.  M. 

WHY  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 
The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  cast  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gospel  down  ? 
2  The  Lord  that  sits  above  the  skies, 
Derides  their  rage  below ; 
He  speaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  strikes  their  spirits  through. 


PSALM  3.  0 

3  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

And  raise  him  from  the  dead ; 
I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
And  wide  his  kingdom  spread. 

4  "  Ask  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

The  utmost  heathen  lands ; 
Thy  rod  of  iron  shall  destroy 
The  rebel  that  withstands." 

5  Be  wise,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th'  anointed  Lord ; 
Adore  the  King  of  heavenly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  address  his  throne ; 

For  if  he  frown,  ye  die : 
Those  are  secure,  and  those  alone, 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

Psalm  3.    first  part.   C.  M. 
TVTY  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  ! 
•i-^A  How  fast  my  foes  increase  ! 
Conspiring  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  my  present  peace. 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  persuade 

There 's  no  relief  in  heaven, 
And  all  my  growing  sins  appear 
Too  great  to  be  forgiven. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  strength, 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread : 
Shalt  silence  all  my  threatening  guilt, 
And  raise  my  drooping  head. 

4  I  cried,  and  from  his  holy  hill, 

He  bowed  a  listening  ear ; 
I  called  my  Father,  and  my  God, 
And  he  subdued  my  fear. 


10  PSALM  3. 

5  He  shed  soft  slumbers  on  mine  eyes, 

In  spite  of  all  my  foes  : 
I  woke  and  wondered  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repose. 

6  What  though  the  hosts  of  death  and  hell, 

All  armed,  against  me  stood: 
Terrors  no  more  shall  shake  my  soul; 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

7  Arise,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 

While  I  thy  glory  sing : 
My  God  hath  broke  the  serpent's  teeth, 
And  death  hath  lost  his  sting. 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs; 

His  arm  alone  can  save : 
Blessings  attend  thy  people  here. 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

Psalm  3.    second  part.    L.  M. 
{\  LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes, 
^-^  In  this  weak  state  of  flesh  and  blood ! 
My  peace  they  daily  discompose, 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tired  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  raised  an  evening  cry; 
Thou  heard 'st  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heavenly  aid 
I  laid  me  down  and  slept  secure : 

Not  death  should  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  should  wake  and  rise  no  more. 

4  But  God  sustained  me  all  the  night  ; 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 

He  raised  my  head  to  see  the  light, 
And  makes  his  praise  my  morning  song. 


PSLAM  i.  1] 

Psalm  4.    first  part.    L.  M. 

OGOD  of  grace  and  righteousness, 
Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain : 
Thou  hast  enlarged  me  in  distress, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 
Ye  sons  of  men,  in  vain  ye  try- 
To  turn  my  glory  into  shame ; 
How  long  will  scoffers  love  to  lie, 
And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 
Knowr  that  the  Lord  divides  his  saints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  beside  ; 
He  hears  and  pities  their  complaints, 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Christ  that  died 
When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thousand  works  of  righteousness, 
We  put  our  trust  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  his  pardoning  grace. 
Let  the  unthinking  many  say, 
"Who  will  bestowr  some  earthly  good?' 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray ; 
Our  souls  desire  this  heavenly  food. 
Then  shall  my  cheerful  powers  rejoice 
At  grace  divine,  and  love  so  great ; 
Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  wealth  and  boasted  state. 

Psalm  4.    second  part.    C.  M. 

LORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray ; 
I  am  for  ever  thine : 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 
And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head 
From  cares  and  business  free, 
Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
With  mv  own  heart  and  thee. 


12  PSALM  5. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 

I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

Psalm  5.    C.  M. 

LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye : 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness ! 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  astray ; 
They  flatter  with  a  base  design 
To  make  my  soul  their  prey. 


PSALM  6.  13 

7  Lord,  crush  the  serpent  in  the  dust, 

And  all  his  plots  destroy ; 
While  those  that  in  thy  mercy  trust 
For  ever  shout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name 

Shall  see  their  hopes  fulfilled  ; 
The  mighty  God  will  compass  them 
With  favour  as  a  shield. 

Psalm  6.    first  part.   C.  M. 

IN  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chastise, 
Withdraw  the  dreadful  storm ; 
Nor  let  thine  awful  wrath  arise 
Against  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  soul 's  bowed  down  with  heavy  cares, 

My  flesh  with  pain  opprest; 
My  couch  is  witness  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  rest. 

3  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days ; 

I  waste  the  night  with  cries, 
And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pass, 
Till  the  slow  morning  rise. 

4  Shall  I  be  still  afflicted  more  ? 

My  eyes  consumed  with  grief? 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long  before 
Thine  hand  afford  relief. 

5  He  hears  his  mourning  children  speak, 

He  pities  all  our  groans, 
He  saves  us  for  his  mercy's  sake 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

C  The  virtue  of  his  sovereign  word 
Restores  our  fainting  breath  ; 
For  silent  graves  praise  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 


1 1  PSALM  6,  7. 

Psalm  6.   second  part.    L.  M. 
ORD,  I  can  suffer  thy  rebukes, 
-"  When  thou  with  kindness  dost  chastise ; 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  against  me  rise  ! 

2  Pity  my  languishing  estate, 
And  ease  the  sorrows  that  I  feel ; 

The  wounds  thy  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal ! 

3  See  how  in  sighs  I  pass  my  days, 
And  waste  in  groans  the  weary  night: 
My  bed  is  watered  with  my  tears ; 
My  grief  consumes,  and  dims  my  sight. 

4  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  ! 
How  long,  Almighty  God,  how  long  ? 
When  shall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  shall  I  make  thv  grace  mv  song  ? 

5  I  feel  my  flesh  so  near  the  grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  despair ; 
But  graves  can  never  praise  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  dust  and  silence  there. 

5  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  soul, 
And  all  despairing  thoughts  depart; 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  ease  my  flesh  and  cheer  my  heart. 

Psalm  7.    C.  M. 

MY  trust  is  in  my  heavenly  friend, 
My  hope  in  thee,  my  God ; 
Rise,  and  my  helpless  life  defend 
From  those  that  seek  my  blood. 
£  With  insolence  and  fury  they 
My  soul  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliverer's  near. 


PSALM  8.  15 

If  e'er  my  pride  provoked  them  first, 

Or  once  abused  my  foe, 
Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  dust, 

And  lay  mine  honour  low. 

If  there  be  malice  found  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes; 
I  should  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 

Nor  ask  my  God  to  rise. 

Arise,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 

Their  pride  and  power  control; 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 

Deliverance  for  my  soul. 

Let  sinners  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled  to  the  dust ; 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 

To  vindicate  the  just  ? 

He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 

He  will  defend  th'  upright : 
His  sharpest  arrows  he  ordains 

Against  the  sons  of  spite. 

Though  leagued  in  guile,  their  malice  spread 

A  snare  before  my  way ; 
Their  mischiefs  on  their  impious  head 

His  vengeance  shall  repay. 

That  cruel  persecuting  race 

Must  feel  his  dreadful  sword : 
Awake,  my  soul,  and  praise  the  grace 

And  justice  of  the  Lord. 

Psalm  8.     first  part.    S.  M. 
#~\  LORD,  our  heavenly  King, 
^-^  Thy  name  is  all  divine ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 


16  PSALM  8. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 

I  raise  my  wondering  eyes, 
And  see  the  moon  complete  in  light 
Adorn  the  darksome  skies: 

3  When  I  survey  the  stars, 

In  all  their  shining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthless  thing, 
A-kin  to  dust  and  worms? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthless  man, 

That  thou  shouldst  love  him  so  ? 
Next  to  thine  angels  he  is  placed, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 

While  beasts  like  slaves  obey, 
And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 
And  fish  that  cleave  the  sea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are ! 

And  wondrous  are  thy  ways: 
Of  dust  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praise. 

Psalm  8.    second  part.    L.  M. 

LORD,  what  was  man,  when  made  at  first, 
Adam  the  offspring  of  the  dust, 
That  thou  shouMst  set  him  and  his  race 
But  just  below  an  angel's  place  ? 

2  That  thou  shouldst  raise  his  nature  so, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below; 
Make  every  beast  and  bird  submit, 
And  lay  the  fishes  at  his  feet? 

3  But  O,  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  second  Adam's  state ! 
What  honours  shall  thy  Son  adorn, 
Who  condescended  to  be  bom  ! 


PSALM  9.  17 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made, 
Behold  him  numbered  with  the  dead, 
To  save  a  ruined  world  from  sin; 
But  he  shall  reign  with  power  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeemed  from  all 
The  miseries  that  attend  the  fall, 
New  made  and  glorious,  shall  submit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM  9.    first  part.    C.  M. 
^OTTITH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my  song, 

▼  ▼     Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim ; 
Thou,  Sovereign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong, 
Wilt  put  thy  foes  to  shame. 

2  I'll  sing  thy  majesty  and  grace 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteousness, 
And  make  his  justice  known. 

3  Then  shall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  the  poor  opprest, 

To  save  the  people  of  his  love, 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name,  will  trust 

In  thy  abundant  grace ; 
For  thou  wilt  ne'er  forsake  the  just, 
Who  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praises  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  executes  his  threatening  word, 
And  doth  his  grace  fulfil. 

Psalm  9.    second  part.    C.  M. 
^XTHEN  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and  just, 

*  *     Shall  once  inquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  souls  that  mourn  in  dust, 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

n  9. 


18  PSALM  10. 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 

Does  his  own  children  raise ; 
In  Zion's  gates  with  cheerful  breath, 
They  sing  their  Father's  praise. 

3  His  foes  shall  fall  with  heedless  feet 

Into  the  pit  they  made ; 
And  sinners  perish  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  spread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  God  ! 

Are  thy  deep  counsels  known ; 
When  men  of  mischief  are  destroyed, 
In  snares  that  were  their  own. 

5  The  wicked  shall  sink  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 
That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Against  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  saints  to  sore  distress  are  brought, 

And  wait,  and  long  complain, 
Their  cries  shall  never  be  forgot, 
Nor  shall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

7  Rise,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  seat, 

To  judge  and  save  the  poor ; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 
And  man  prevail  no  more. 

8  Thy  thunder  shall  affright  the  proud, 

And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
Make  them  confess  that  thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  men. 

Psalm  10.    C.  M. 

WHY  doth  the  Lord  depart  so  far, 
And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  distress  ? 


PSALM  11.  19 

2  Lord,  shall  the  wicked  still  deride 

Thy  justice  and  thy  laws  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  slight  thy  righteous  cause? 

3  They  cast  thy  judgments  from  their  sight, 

And  then  insult  the  poor; 
They  boast,  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  shall  fall  no  more. 

4  Arise,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 

Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
No  enemy  shall  dare  to  stand 
When  God  ascends  on  high. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 

And  say,  with  foolish  pride, 
"The  God  of  heaven  will  ne'er  engage 
To  fight  on  Zion's  side  ?" 

6  But  thou  for  ever  art  our  Lord; 

And  mighty  is  thy  hand, 
As  when  the  heathen  felt  thy  sword, 
And  perished  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 

And  cause  thine  ear  to  hear  ; 

Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 

And  free  thy  saints  from  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  shall  no  more  oppress, 

No  more  despise  the  just ; 
And  mighty  sinners  shall  confess 
They  are  but  earth  and  dust. 

Psalm  11.    L.  M. 

1%/TY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love ; 
It  A  Why  do  my  foes  insult  and  cry, 
"  Fly  like  a  timorous  trembling  dove, 
To  distant  woods  or  mountains  fly  ?" 


20  PSALM  12. 

2  Behold  the  wicked  bend  their  bow, 
And  fit  their  arrows  to  the  string ; 
To  lay  the  men  of  virtue  low, 

In  secrecy  their  darts  they  fling. 

3  If  government  be  once  destroyed 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace  ) 
And  violence  make  justice  void, 
Where  shall  the  righteous  seek  redress  ? 

4  The  Lord  in  heaven  has  fixed  his  throne, 
His  eye  surveys  the  world  below ; 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known, 
His  eyelids  search  our  spirits  through. 

5  If  he  afflicts  his  saints  so  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 
What  may  the  bold  transgressors  fear  ? 
His  soul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 

6  On  impious  wretches  he  will  rain 
Sulphureous  flames  of  wasting  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 

7  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  souls, 
Whose  thoughts  and  actions  are  sincere ; 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

Psalm  12.    C.  M. 

HELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 
Religion  loses  ground  ; 
The  sons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promises  they  break, 
Yet  act  the  flatterer's  part: 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  speak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 


PSALM  13.  21 

3  If  we  reprove  some  hateful  lie, 

They  scorn  our  faithful  word ! 
"  Are  not  our  lips  our  own,"  they  cry, 
"  And  who  shall  be  our  Lord  ?" 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  every  side, 

Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  raised  to  seats  of  power  and  pride, 
And  bears  the  sword  in  vain. 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 

And  blasphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxing  cold, 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  hastening  on  ? 

Hast  thou  not  given  the  sign  ? 
May  we  not  trust  and  live  upon 
A  promise  so  divine  ? 

7  "  Yes,"  saith  the  Lord,  "  now  will  I  rise, 

And  make  th'  oppressors  flee ; 
I  shall  appear  to  their  surprise, 
And  set  my  servants  free." 

8  Thy  word,  like  silver  seven  times  tried, 

Through  ages  shall  endure ; 

The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide 

Shall  find  thy  promise  sure. 

Psalm  13.    C.  M. 

HOW"  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 
My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  shall  I  feel  those  heavenly  rays 
That  chase  my  fears  away  ? 

2  How  long  shall  my  poor  labouring  soul 
W^restle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  control, 
And  ease  my  raging  pain. 


22  PSALM  14. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darkness  tries 

All  his  malicious  arts ; 
He  spreads  a  mist  around  my  eyes. 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  sun,  and  thou  my  shield, 

My  soul  in  safety  keep ; 
Make  haste  before  mine  eyes  are  sealed 
In  death's  eternal  sleep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boast  aloud 

Should  I  become  his  prey  ! 
Behold  the  sons  of  hell  grow  proud 
To  see  thy  long  delay. 

6  But  they  shall  flee  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his  head; 
He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  display  thy  sovereign  grace, 

Whence  all  my  comforts  spring ; 
I  shall  employ  my  lips  in  praise, 
And  thy  salvation  sing. 

Psalm  14.   C.  M. 

I^OOLS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  say, 
-     That  all  religion  's  vain, 
"  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  so  dreadful  and  profane 

Corrupt  discourse  proceeds ; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord  from  his  celestial  throne, 

Looked  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  sought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  justice  know. 


PSALM  15.  23 

4  By  Nature  all  are  gone  astray, 

Their  practice  all  the  same ; 
There 's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There 's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  used  to  speak  deceit, 

Their  slanders  never  cease  : 
How  swift  to  mischief  are  their  feet, 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace! 

6  Such  seeds  of  sin  (that  bitter  root) 

In  every  heart  are  found; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

7  O  that  salvation  might  proceed 

From  Zion's  sacred  place, 
Till  Israel's  captives  all  are  freed, 
And  sing  recovering  grace. 

Psalm  15.    first  part.    C.  M. 
"Y17HO  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

*  *     O  God  of  holiness? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

2  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 

And  works  with  righteous  hands ; 
That  trusts  his  Maker's  promised  grace, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  speaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Nor  slanders  with  his  tongue ; 
Will  scarce  believe  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

i  The  wealthy  sinner  he  contemns, 
Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord; 
And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  swears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 


24  PSALM  15. 

5  His  hands  disdain  a  golden  bribe, 
And  never  wrong  the  poor: 
This  man  shall  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  find  his  heaven  secure. 

Psalm  15.    second  part.    L.  M. 

WHO  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place, 
Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below: 

2  Whose  hands  are  pure,  whose  heart  is  clean  ? 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  thing  they  mean ; 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ; 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3  Scarce  will  he  trust  an  ill  report, 
Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt : 
Sinners  of  state  he  can  despise, 
But  saints  are  honoured  in  his  eyes. 

4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  stood, 
And  always  makes  his  promise  good  ; 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  swears, 
Whatever  pain  or  loss  he  bears. 

5  He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

And  mourns  that  justice  should  be  sold  : 
While  others  scorn  and  wrong  the  poor, 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door. 

6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  those  that  curse  him  to  his  face ; 
And  doth  to  all  men  still  the  same 
That  he  would  hope  or  wish  from  them. 

7  Yet,  when  his  holiest  works  are  done, 
His  soul  depends  on  grace  alone : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  shall  see, 
And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 


PSALM  16.  25 

Psalm  16.   first  part.   L.  M. 

PRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need ; 
For  succour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead : 
My  goodness  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confest 

How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am: 
My  praise  can  never  make  thee  blest, 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  saints  on  earth  may  reap 

Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do ; 
These  are  the  company  I  keep, 

These  are  the  choicest  friends  I  know. 

4  How  fast  their  guilt  and  sorrows  rise, 

Who  haste  to  seek  some  idol-god ! 
I  will  not  taste  their  sacrifice, 

Their  offerings  of  forbidden  blood. 

5  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 

And  nobler  food  to  live  upon ; 
He  for  my  life  has  offered  up 
Jesus,  his  best  beloved  Son. 

6  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feast ; 

By  day  his  counsels  guide  me  right ; 
And  be  his  name  for  ever  blest, 

Who  gives  me  sweet  advice  by  night. 

7  I  set  him  still  before  mine  eyes; 

At  my  right  hand  he  stands  prepared 
To  keep  my  soul  from  all  surprise, 
And  be  my  everlasting  guard. 

Psalm  1 6.    second  part.    L.  M. 

WHEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong, 
His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop: 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flesh  shall  rest  in  hope. 


26  PSALM  17. 

2  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  soul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey, 
Shake  off  the  dust  and  rise  on  high ; 
Then  shalt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  sky. 

4  There  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow ; 
And  full  discoveries  of  thy  grace 
(Which  we  but  tasted  here  below) 
Spread  heavenly  joys  through  all  the  place. 

Psalm  17.    L.  M. 

LORD,  I  am  thine ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love: 
When  men  of  spite  against  me  join, 
They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below ; 
'Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know ; 

Tis  all  they  seek,  they  take  their  shares, 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  sinners  value,  I  resign ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine ; 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

4  This  life  's  a  dream,  an  empty  show ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour !  O  blest  abode  ! 

I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 


PSALM  18.  27 

My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

Psalm  18.    first  part.    L.  M. 

THEE  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  strength, 
My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defence ; 
Thy  mighty  arm  shall  be  my  trust, 
For  I  have  found  salvation  thence. 
Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Stood  round  me  with  their  dismal  shade; 
While  floods  of  high  temptation  rose, 
And  made  my  sinking  soul  afraid. 

I  saw  the  opening  gates  of  hell, 
With  endless  pains  and  sorrows  there, 
(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurried  to  despair. 

In  my  distress  I  called  my  God, 
When  I  could  scarce  believe  him  mine ; 
He  bowed  his  ear  to  my  complaint, 
And  proved  his  saving  grace  divine. 

With  speed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode; 
Awful,  and  bright  as  lightning  shone 
The  face  of  my  deliverer,  God. 

Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
The  blast  of  his  Almighty  breath : 
He  sent  salvation  from  on  high, 
And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death. 

Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 
Much  was  their  strength,  and  more  their  rage ; 
But  Christ,  my  Lord,  is  conqueror  still, 
In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 


28  PSALM  IS. 

8  My  song  for  ever  shall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour ; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power 

Psalm  18.    second  part.    L.  M. 
ORD,  thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere, 
-*-^  Hast  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear ; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  set  thy  laws, 
And  thou  hast  owned  my  righteous  cause. 

2  Since  I  have  learned  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walked  upright  before  thy  face : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 

Thy  love  reclaimed  my  wandering  heart. 

3  What  sore  temptations  broke  my  rest ! 
What  wars  and  strugglings  in  my  breast ! 
But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  against  my  darling  sin. 

4  That  sin  that  close  besets  me  still, 
That  works  and  strives  against  my  will ; 
When  shall  thy  Spirit's  sovereign  power 
Destroy  it,  that  it  rise  no  more  ? 

5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward ; 
The  kind  and  faithful  souls  shall  find 
A  God  more  faithful  and  more  kind. 

6  The  just  and  pure  shall  ever  say, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  just  than  they : 
And  men  that  love  revenge  shall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too. 

Psalm  18.   third  part.   L.  M. 

JUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
Great  rock  of  my  secure  abode  : 
Who  is  a  God  beside  the  Lord  ? 
Or  where 's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 


PSALM  19.  29 

2  Tis  be  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  sword  to  wield ; 
And,  while  with  sin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  salvation  for  my  shield. 

3  He  lives,  and  blessings  crown  his  reign, 
The  God  of  my  salvation  lives ; 

The  dark  designs  of  hell  are  vain, 
While  heavenly  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  scoffers  of  the  age, 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name; 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

Bat  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  shame. 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  seed 
Thy  grace  for  ever  shall  extend; 

Thy  love  to  saints,  in  Christ  their  head, 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

PSALM  19.    first  part.    S.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  lofty  sky 
Declares  its  maker,  God ! 
And  all  the  starry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  power  abroad. 

2  The  darkness  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  course  the  same; 
While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  every  different  land, 

Their  general  voice  is  known ; 
They  show  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  christian  lands,  rejoice, 

Here  he  reveals  his  word  , 
We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 
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30  PSALM  19. 

5  His  statutes  and  commands 

Are  set  before  our  eyes ; 
He  puts  his  gospel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  salvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  just  and  pure, 

His  truth  without  deceit ; 
His  promises  for  ever  sure, 
And  his  rewards  are  great. 

7  Not  honey  to  the  taste 

Affords  so  much  delight ; 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  passed 
So  much  allures  the  sight. 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  sing, 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim ; 
Accept  the  praise,  my  God,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

Psalm  19.    second  part.    S.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  morning  sun 
Begins  his  glorious  way ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ; 
For  ever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord ; 
And  men  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  given  ! 
Oh  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven ! 


PSALM  19.  31 

5  I  heard  thy  word  with  love, 

And  I  would  fain  obey : 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 

6  Oh  !  who  can  ever  find 

The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 
Yet,  with  a  bold,  presumptuous  mind, 
I  would  not  dare  transgress. 

7  Warn  me  of  every  sin, 

Forgive  my  secret  faults; 
And  cleanse  this  guilty  soul  of  mine, 
Whose  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

8  While  with  mv  heart  and  tongue 

I  spread  thy  praise  abroad ; 
Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

Psalm  19.    third  part.    L.  M. 

THE  heavens  declare  thy  glory  Lord ; 
In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confess ; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest. 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 


32  PSALM  19. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  souls  renewed  and  sins  forgiven; 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

Psalm  19.   fourth  part.    P.  M. 

|fH  REAT  God,  the  heavens'  well-ordered 

^-*  frame 

Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name ; 

There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  shine : 
A  thousand  starry  beauties  there 
A  thousand  radiant  marks  appea. 

Of  boundless  power,  and  skill  divine. 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Lectures  of  heavenly  wisdom  read  : 
With  silent  eloquence  they  raise 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praise, 

And  neither  sound  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  instructions  run 
Far  as  the  journeys  of  the  sun, 

And  every  nation  knows  their  voice: 
The  sun,  like  some  young  bridegroom  drest, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  east, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where'er  he  spreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  smiles,  and  speaks  his  maker,  God  ; 

All  nature  joins  to  show  thy  praise : 
Thus  God  in  every  creature  shines; 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines  ; 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  grace. 


PSALM  19,  20.  33 

Psalm  19.    fifth  part.    P.  M. 

I  LOVE  the  volumes  of  thy  word ; 
What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 
To  souls  benighted  and  distrest ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  stray, 
Thy  promise  leads  my  heart  to  rest. 

From  the  discoveries  of  thy  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 

These  are  my  study  and  delight : 
Not  honey  so  invites  the  taste, 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  passed, 

Appears  so  pleasing  to  the  sight. 
Thy  threatenings  wake  my  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies; 

But  'tis  thy  blessed  gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  my  soul,  subdues  my  sin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 

And  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain. 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praise, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace 

And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 

Psalm  20.    L.  M. 

NOW  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 
Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  Israel  prays, 
And  brings  deliverance  from  on  high. 

The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 
When  bucklers  fail  and  brazen  walls : 
He  from  his  sanctuary  sends 
Succour  and  strength  when  Zion  calls. 


34  PSALM  21. 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  sighs, 
His  love  exceeds  our  best  deserts ; 
His  love  accepts  the  sacrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts. 

4  In  his  salvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  Israel's  God 
Our  troops  shall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  spread  their  flags  abroad. 

5  Some  trust  in  horses  trained  for  war, 
And  some  of  chariots  make  their  boasts ; 
Our  surest  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heavenly  hosts. 

6  Now  save  us,  Lord,  from  slavish  fear, 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  strong ; 
Till  thy  salvation  shall  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raise  the  song. 

Psalm  21.   CM. 
iUR  land,  O  Lord,  with  songs  of  praise, 
Shall  in  thy  strength  rejoice ; 
And,  blest  with  thy  salvation,  raise 
To  heaven  a  cheerful  voice. 

2  Thy  sure  defence,  through  nations  round, 

Hath  spread  our  country's  name ; 
And  all  her  humble  efforts  crowned 
With  freedom  and  with  fame. 

3  In  deep  distress,  a  patriot  band 

Implored  thy  power  to  save ; 
For  liberty  they  prayed;  thy  hand 
The  timely  blessing  gave. 

4  Most  righteous  Lord,  thy  stubborn  foes 

Shall  quake  through  all  their  train; 
Thy  vengeful  arm  shall  find  out  those 
Who  hate  thy  gracious  reign. 


PSALM  22.  35 

On  thee,  in  want,  in  woe  or  pain, 

Our  hearts  alone  rely ; 
Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 

And  all  our  wants  supply. 

Thus,  Lord,  thy  wondrous  power  declare, 

And  still  exalt  thy  fame ; 
While  we  glad  songs  of  praise  prepare, 

For  thine  Almighty  name. 

Psalm  22.    first  part.    C.  M. 

"  IV  ®^T  fr°m  tne  roarm»  non's  J*age> 

-L^    O  Lord,  protect  thy  Son, 
Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
The  powers  of  hell  alone." 

Thus  did  our  suffering  Saviour  pray, 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears ; 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 

And  chased  away  his  fears. 

Great  was  the  victory  of  his  death, 

His  throne  exalted  high ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 

Shall  worship  or  shall  die. 

A  numerous  offspring  must  arise 

From  his  expiring  groans; 
They  shall  be  reckoned  in  his  eyes 

For  daughters  and  for  sons. 

The  meek  and  humble  souls  shall  see 

His  table  richly  spread ; 
And  all  that  seek  the  Lord  shall  be 

With  joys  immortal  fed. 

The  isles  shall  know  the  righteousness 

Of  our  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profess 

Salvation  in  his  blood. 


36  PSALM  22,  23. 

Psalm  22.    second  part.    L.  M. 

NOW  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complained  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 

2  The  Jews  behold  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  shake  their  heads  and  laugh  in  scorn ; 
"  He  rescued  others  from  the  grave, 
Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save. 

3  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
God  was  his  father  and  his  friend  ! 
If  God,  the  blessed,  loved  him  so, 
Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ?" 

4  O  savage  people !  cruel  priests ! 

How  they  stood  round  like  raging  beasts ! 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet ; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

6  But  God  his  father  heard  his  cry ; 
Raised  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high; 
The  nations  learn  his  righteousness, 
And  humble  sinners  taste  his  grace. 

Psalm  23.    first  part.    L.  M. 

MY  shepherd  is  the  living  Lord ; 
Now  shall  my  wants  be  well  supplied ; 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  safety  and  my  guide. 
2  In  pastures  where  salvation  grows 
He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  rest ; 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food 's  divinely  blest. 


PSALM  23. 

My  wandering  feet  his  ways  mistake ; 
But  he  restores  my  soul  to  peace, 
And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
In  the  fair  paths  of  righteousness. 

Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale, 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 
My  heart  and  hope  shall  never  fail, 
For  God  my  shepherd 's  with  me  there. 

Amidst  the  darkness  and  the  deeps 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  stay ; 
Thy  staff  supports  my  feeble  steps, 
Thy  rod  directs  my  doubtful  way. 

The  sons  of  earth  and  sons  of  hell 
Gaze  at  thy  goodness,  and  repine 
To  see  my  table  spread  so  well, 
With  living  bread  and  cheerful  wine. 

How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 
Thy  Spirit  condescends  to  rest ! 
'Tis  a  divine  anointing,  shed 
Like  oil  of  gladness  at  a  feast. 

Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  household  all  their  days : 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  seek  his  face,  and  sing  his  praise. 

Psalm  23.    second  part.    C.  M. 
TVJY  shepherd  will  supply  my  need, 
■iW.  Jehovah  is  his  name; 
In  pastures  fresh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Beside  the  living  stream. 

He  brings  my  wandering  spirit  back 

When  I  forsake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  sake 

In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 


38  PSALM  23. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  shades  of  death 

Thy  presence  is  my  stay ; 
One  word  of  thy  supporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  sight  of  all  my  foes, 

Doth  still  my  table  spread ; 

My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 

Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days ; 
Oh  may  thy  house  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praise ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  settled  rest, 

(While  others  go  and  come,) 
No  more  a  stranger  or  a  guest, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

Psalm  23.    third  part.    S.  M. 

THE  Lord  rny  shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied ; 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear; 
Tho'  I  should  walk  thro'  death'?  dark  shade, 
My  shepherd 's  with  me  there. 


PSALM  24  39 

Amid  surrounding  foes 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread, 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows 

And  joy  exalts  my  head. 
The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  days; 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 

Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

PSALM  24.     FIRST  PART.     CM. 

THE  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's, 
With  Adam's  numerous  race; 
He  raised  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 

And  built  it  on  the  seas. 
But  who  among  the  sons  of  men 

May  visit  thine  abode  ? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mischief  clean, 

Whose  heart  is  right  with  God. 
This  is  the  man  may  rise  and  take 

The  blessings  of  his  grace ; 
This  is  the  lot  of  those  that  seek 

The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 
Now  let  our  souls'  immortal  powers 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 
Lift  up  their  everlasting  doors, 

The  King  of  glory 's  near. 
The  King  of  glory !  who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 
He  rules  the  nations  ;  but  to  dwell 

With  saints  is  his  delight. 

Psalm  24.    second  part.    L.  M. 

THIS  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 
And  men  and  worms, and  beasts  and  birds; 
He  raised  the  building  on  the  seas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place. 


40  PSALM  25. 

2  But  there 's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  sky  ; 
Who  shall  ascend  that  blest  abode, 
And  dwell  so  near  his  maker,  God  ? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  sin, 

Whose  heart  is  pure,  whose  hands  are  clean, 
Him  shall  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  bless, 
And  clothe  his  soul  with  righteousness. 

4  These  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  seek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face; 
These  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight, 
And  dwell  in  everlasting  light. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  shining  worlds  on  high, 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh. 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour  's  he. 

6  Ye  heavenly  gates,  your  leaves  display, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  way : 
Laden  with  spoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  conqueror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

7  Raised  from  the  dead  in  royal  state, 
He  opens  heaven's  eternal  gate, 

To  give  his  saints  a  blest  abode, 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSAL3I  25.     FIRST  PART.     S.  M. 

I  LIFT  my  soul  to  God, 
My  trust  is  in  his  name ; 
Let  not  the  foes  that  seek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  shame. 

2  Sin  and  the  powers  of  hell 

Would  tempt  me  to  despair ; 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  covenant  well, 
That  I  may  'scape  the  snare. 


PSALM  25.  41 

From  the  first  dawning  light 

Till  evening  shades  arise, 
For  thy  salvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 

With  ever-longing  eyes. 

Remember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  : 
Forgive  the  sins  of  riper  days, 

And  follies  of  my  youth. 

The  Lord  is  just  and  kind, 

The  meek  shall  learn  his  ways, 
And  every  humble  sinner  find 

The  methods  of  his  grace. 

For  his  own  goodness  sake 

He  saves  my  soul  from  shame ; 
He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 

Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

Psalm  25.    second  part.    S.  M. 

WHERE  shall  the  man  be  found 
That  fears  t'  offend  his  God, 
That  loves  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

The  Lord  shall  make  him  know 

The  secrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  covenant  show, 

And  all  his  love  impart. 

The  dealings  of  his  power 

Are  truth  and  mercy  still, 
With  such  as  keep  his  covenant  sure, 

And  love  to  do  his  will. 

Their  souls  shall  dwell  at  ease 

Before  their  Maker's  face, 
Their  seed  shall  taste  the  promises 

In  their  extensive  grace. 
d2 


42  PSALM  25,  .6. 

Psalm  25.   third  part.    S.  M. 

MINE  eyes  and  my  desire 
Are  ever  to  the  Lord, 
I  love  to  plead  his  promised  grace 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  soul, 

Bring  thy  salvation  near  ; 
When  will  thy  hand  release  my  feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  snare  ? 

3  When  shall  the  sovereign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God, 
Restore  me  from  those  dangerous  ways 
My  wandering  feet  have  trod  ? 

4  With  every  morning  light 

My  sorrow  new  begins ; 
Look  on  my  anguish  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  sins. 

5  O  keep  my  soul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  shame, 
For  I  have  placed  my  only  trust 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

6  With  humble  faith  I  wait 

To  see  thy  face  again; 
Of  Israel  it  shall  ne'er  be  said, 
He  sought  the  Lord  in  vain. 
Psalm  26.   L.  M. 

JUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 
And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart ; 
My  faith  upon  thy  promise  stays, 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 
2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  sit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies ; 
The  scoffer  and  the  hypocrite 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 


PSALM  27.  43 

3  Amongst  thy  saints  will  I  appear 
Arrayed  in  robes  of  innocence ; 
But  when  I  stand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Christ  is  my  defence. 

4  1  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell ; 
There  shall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  soul  be  joined  at  last 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  past 
Among  the  saints,  and  near  my  God. 

Psalm  27.    first  part.    C.  M. 

THE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
And  my  salvation  too ; 
God  is  my  strength ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires ; 

Oh  grant  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 

And  see  thy  beauty  still, 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise  and  storms  appear 

There  may  his  children  hide ; 
God  is  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  sound. 


44  PSALM  27,  28. 

Psalm  27.    second  part.   C.  M. 

SOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 
"  Ye  children  seek  my  grace," 
My  heart  replied,  without  delay, 
"  I'll  seek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 
In  a  distressing  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred,  near  and  dear, 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  will  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

4  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  soul  believed, 
To  see  thy  grace  provide  relief; 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceived. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up; 
He'll  raise  your  spirit  while  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

Psalm  28.   L.  M. 

TO  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raise  my  cries ; 
My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear; 
For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  soul, 
If  thou  refuse  a  gracious  ear. 

2  While  suppliant  toward  thy  holy  hill 
I  lift  my  mournful  hands  to  pray, 
Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  me  still 
With  impious  hypocrites  away. 

3  To  sons  of  falsehood,  that  despise 
The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  reign, 
Thy  justice  gives  the  due  reward, 
And  sinks  their  souls  to  endless  pain. 


PSALM  29.  45 

For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
Whose  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice  ! 
My  heart,  that  trusted  in  his  word, 
In  his  salvation  shall  rejoice. 

Let  every  saint,  in  sore  distress, 
By  faith  approach  his  Saviour,  God; 
Then  grant,  O  Lord,  thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  feed  thy  church  with  heavenly  food. 

Psalm  29.    L.  M. 
f^  IVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 
^-*   Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power ; 
Ascribe  due  honours  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud 
Through  every  ocean,  every  land ; 
His  voice  divides  the  watery  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

He  speaks,  and  tempest,  hail,  and  wind, 
Lay  the  wide  forest  bare  around; 
The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind, 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  sound. 

To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
And  lo,  the  stately  cedars  break ; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noise, 
The  valleys  roar,  the  deserts  quake. 

The  Lord  sits  sovereign  on  the  flood, 
The  thunderer  reigns  for  ever  king; 
But  makes  his  church  his  blest  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  sing. 

In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 
The  counsel  of  his  grace  imparts : 
Amidst  the  raging  storm,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 


46  PSALM  30. 

PSALM  30.    first  part.   L.  M. 

J  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high : 
At  thy  command  diseases  fly: 
Who  but  a  God  can  speak  and  save 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  saints,  and  prove 
How  large  his  grace,  how  kind  his  love: 
Let  all  your  powers  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wondrous  records  of  his  grac^ 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  stays ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  : 
Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  star  restores  the  joy. 

Psalm  30.    second  part.    L.  M. 

FIRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright, 
And  I  presumed  'twould  ne'er  be  night; 
Fondly  I  said  within  my  heart, 
"  Pleasure  and  peace  shall  ne'er  depart." 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  strong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  stand  so  long : 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  thee,  my  God, 

"  What  canst  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

Deep  in  the  dust  can  I  declare 

Thy  truth,  or  sing  thy  goodness  there  ? 

4  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,"  I  said, 

"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead :" 
Thy  word  rebuked  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pardoning  love  removed  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turned  to  joy  and  praises  now  ; 

I  throw  my  sackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  ease  and  gladness  gird  me  round. 


PSALM  31.  47 

My  tongue  the  glory  of  my  frame, 

Shall  ne'er  be  silent  of  thy  name ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  thro'  earth  and  heaven, 

For  sickness  healed,  and  sins  forgiven. 

Psalm  31.    first  part.   C.  M. 
rpO  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love, 
-*-    My  spirit  I  commit ; 
Thou  hast  redeemed  my  soul  from  death, 

And  saved  me  from  the  pit. 
My  times  are  in  thy  hand,  I  cried, 

Though  I  draw  near  the  dust : 

o 

Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 

The  God  in  whom  I  trust. 
Oh  make  thy  reconciled  face 

Upon  thy  servant  shine, 
And  save  me,  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 

For  I  am  wholly  thine. 
'Twas  in  my  haste  my  spirit  said, 

"  I  must  despair  and  die, 
I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes ;" 

But  thou  hast  heard  my  cry. 
Thy  goodness,  how  divinely  free  ! 

How  sweet  thy  smiling  face 
To  those  that  fear  thy  majest) 

And  trust  thy  promised  grace ! 
O  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  saints, 

And  sing  his  praises  loud ; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 

And  recompense  the  proud. 

Psalm  31.    second  part.    C.  M. 

MY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
My  God,  my  heavenly  trust ; 
^hou  hast  preserved  my  face  from  shame, 
Mine  honour  from  the  dust. 


48  PSALM  32. 

2  "  My  life  is  spent  with  grief,"  I  cried, 

"My  years  consumed  in  groans, 
My  strength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dried, 
And  sorrow  wastes  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 

A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  every  side 

Seized  and  beset  me  round  : 
I  to  thy  throne  of  grace  applied 
And  speedy  rescue  found. 

5  How  great  deliverance  thou  hast  wrought 

Before  the  sons  of  men? 
The  lying  lips  to  silence  brought, 
And  made  their  boasting  vain ! 

6  Thy  children  from  the  strife  of  tongues 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crush  the  sons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  sacred  presence,  Lord, 

Let  me  for  ever  dwell ; 
No  fenced  city,  walled  and  barred, 
Secures  a  saint  so  well. 

Psalm  32.    first  part.    S.  M. 
|H  blessed  souls  are  they 
Whose  sins  are  covered  o'er ; 
Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

They  mourn  their  follies  past, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care ; 

Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 


PSALM  32,  33.  49 

While  I  concealed  ray  guilt, 

I  felt  the  festering  wound, 
Till  I  confessed  my  sins  to  thee, 

And  ready  pardon  found. 
Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress, 

Is  found  in  God  alone. 

Psalm  32.    second  part.    L.  M. 

BLEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest, 
Whose  guilt  is  pardoned  by  his  God, 
Whose  sins  with  sorrow  are  confessed, 

And  covered  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 
Before  his  judgment  seat,  the  Lord 

No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rise; 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works,  but  grace,  relies. 
From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free, 

His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 

And  join  to  prove  his  faith  sincere. 
How  glorious  is  that  righteousness 

That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  sins! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 

Through  all  his  life  appears  and  shines. 

Psalm  33.    first  part.    C.  M. 

REJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
This  work  belongs  to  you : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 

How  holy,  just,  and  true! 
His  mercy  and  his  righteousness 

Let  heaven  and  earth  proclaim ; 
His  works  of  nature,  and  of  grace, 
Reveal  his  wondrous  name. 

E 


50  PSALM  33. 

3  His  word,  with  energy  divine, 

Those  heavenly  arches  spread, 
Bade  starry  hosts  around  them  shine, 
And  light  the  heavens  pervade. 

4  He  taught  the  swelling  waves  to  flow 

To  their  appointed  deep; 
Bade  raging  seas  their  limits  know, 
And  still  their  station  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  spacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  stand ; 
He  spake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  rests  on  his  command. 

6  He  scorns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  designs ; 
His  counsel  stands  through  every  age, 
And  in  full  glory  shines. 

Psalm  33.    second  part.    P.  M. 

TE  holy  souls  in  God  rejoice, 
Your  Maker's  praise  becomes  your  voice, 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  songs  be  new; 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  wise  and  holy,  just  and  true  ! 
2  Behold,  to  earth's  remotest  ends, 
His  goodness  flows,  his  truth  extends ; 

His  power  the  heavenly  arches  spread; 
His  word,  with  energy  divine, 
Bade  starry  hosts  around  them  shine, 
And  light  the  circling  heavens  pervade. 
I  His  hand  collects  the  flowing  seas; 
Those  watery  treasures  know  their  place, 

And  fill  the  store-house  of  the  deep: 
He  spake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth; 
And  fires,  and  seas,  and  heaven,  and  earth, 
His  everlasting  orders  keep. 


PSALM  34.  51 

Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  such  resistless  power, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage : 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hands, 
But  his  eternal  counsel  stands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 
Psalm  34.    first  part.    C.  M. 

THROUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 
In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 

My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 
My  soul  shall  make  her  boast  in  him, 

And  celebrate  his  fame ; 
Come  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

With  me  exalt  his  name. 
The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Deliverance  he  affords  to  all 

Who  on  his  succour  trust. 
O!  make  but  trial  of  his  love; 

Experience  will  decide, 
How  blest  they  are,  and  only  they, 

Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

Fear  him,  ye  saints;  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear; 
Come  make  his  service  your  delight; 

He'll  make  your  wants  his  care. 
Psalm  34.    second  part.    L.  M. 

LORD,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days, 
Thy  praise  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue: 
My  soul  shall  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  saints  rejoice  to  hear  the  song. 
Come  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Let  every  heart  exalt  his  name ; 


52  PSALM  34. 

I  sought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  exposed  my  hope  to  shame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  secret  grief, 

My  secret  groaning  reached  his  ears : 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calmed  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
With  heavenly  joy  their  faces  shine; 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  skies 
Fills  them  with  light  and  love  divine. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  that  serve  the  Lord ; 
Oh  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  saints, 
Taste  of  his  grace,  and  trust  his  word. 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinched  with  pain 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood ; 
But  none  shall  seek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  supplies  of  real  good. 

Psalm  34.    third  part.    L.  M. 
|^HILDREN,    in    years    and  knowledge 
^  young, 

Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents'  joy, 
Attend  the  counsels  of  my  tongue, 
Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  desire  a  length  of  days, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  state, 
Restrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  slander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  saints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries; 
He  sets  his  frowning  face  against 
The  sons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  souls  and  broken  hearts 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh; 


PSALM  34,  35.  53 

Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 
He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans, 
His  Son  redeems  their  souls  from  death ; 
His  Spirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 
His  praise  employs  their  tuneful  breath. 
Psalm  34.     fourth  part.    C.  M. 

I'LL  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day ; 
How  good  are  all  his  ways ! 
Ye  humble  souls  that  use  to  pray, 

Come  help  my  lips  to  praise. 
Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  sufferer  cried, 
Nor  was  his  hope  exposed  to  shame, 
Nor  was  his  suit  denied. 

Oh  sinners,  come  and  taste  his  love, 

Come,  learn  his  pleasant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 

The  sweetness  of  his  grace. 
He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Round  where  his  children  dwell ; 
What  ills  their  heavenly  care  prevents, 

No  earthly  tongue  can  tell. 
Oh  love  the  Lord,  ye  saints  of  his ; 

His  eye  regards  the  just: 
How  richly  blest  their  portion  is 

Who  make  the  Lord  their  trust ! 
Young  lions,  pinched  with  hunger,  roar, 

And  famish  in  the  wood ; 
But  God  supplies  his  holy  poor 

With  every  needful  good. 

Psalm  35.   C.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  love,  the  generous  love, 
That  holy  David  shows  ; 
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54  PSALM  36. 

Behold  his  kind  compassion  move 
For  his  afflicted  foes. 

2  When  they  are  sick,  his  soul  complains, 

And  seems  to  feel  the  smart ; 
The  spirit  of  the  gospel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole, 

As  for  a  brother  dead ! 
And,  fasting,  mortified  his  soul, 
While  for  their  life  he  prayed. 

4  They  groaned  and  cursed  him  on  their  bed, 

Yet  still  he  pleads  and  mourns ; 
And  double  blessings  on  his  head, 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5  Oh  glorious  type  of  heavenly  grace ! 

Thus  Christ  the  Lord  appears ; 
While  sinners  curse,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 

6  He,  the  true  David,  Israel's  king, 

Blest  and  beloved  of  God, 
To  save  us  rebels,  dead  in  sin, 
Paid  his  own  dearest  blood. 

Psalm  36.   first  part.   L.  M. 

HIGH  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep ; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beast  thy  bounty  share; 


PSALM  36.  55 

The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

My  God,  how  excellent  thy  grace ! 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs ; 
The  sons  of  Adam  in  distress 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 
From  the  provisions  of  thy  house 
We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast ; 
There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 
Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 

Psalm  36.    second  part.    C.  M. 

WHILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 
And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  says, 

"  Their  thoughts  believe  there  's  none." 

Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 

(Whate'er  their  lips  profess,) 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 

Nor  will  they  seek  his  grace. 

What  strange  self-flattery  blinds  their  eyes  ! 

But  there 's  a  hastening  hour, 
When  they  shall  see,  with  sore  surprise, 

The  terrors  of  thy  power. 

Thy  justice  shall  maintain  its  throne, 

Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 

A  deep  unfathomed  sea. 

Above  these  heavens'  created  rounds, 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend ; 


56  PSALM  37. 

Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds, 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodness  brings, 

Nor  overlooks  the  beast ; 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  love  to  rest. 

7  From  thee,  when  creature-streams  run  low, 

And  mortal  comforts  die, 
Perpetual  springs  of  life  shall  flow, 
And  raise  our  pleasures  high. 

8  Though  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  close  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  presence  makes  eternal  day 
Where  clouds  can  never  rise. 

Psalm  37.    first  part.    C.  M. 

WHY  should  I  vex  my  soul,  and  fret 
To  see  the  wicked  rise  ? 
Or  envy  sinners  waxing  great, 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 

2  As  flowery  grass  cut  down  at  noon, 

Before  the  evening  fades, 
So  shall  their  glories  vanish  soon, 
In  everlasting  shades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trust, 

And  practice  all  that 's  good ; 
So  shall  I  dwell  among  the  just, 
And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  cheerful  wait  his  will; 
Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  desires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  shalt  thou  display, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known, 


PSALM  37.  57 

Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

6  The  meek  at  last  the  earth  possess, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heaven; 
True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
To  humble  souls  are  given. 

7  Rest  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 

Nor  let  your  anger  rise, 
Though  providence  shall  long  delay 
To  punish  haughty  vice. 

8  Let  sinners  join  to  break  your  peace, 

And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam ; 

The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  sees 

Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 

9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threatening  sword, 

Have  bent  the  murderous  bow, 
To  slay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  righteous  low. 

10  My  God  shall  break  their  bows,  and  burn 

Their  persecuting  darts, 
Shall  their  own  swords  against  them  turn, 
And  pierce  their  stubborn  hearts. 

Psalm  37.    second  part.    C.  M. 

WHY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast, 
And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meanest  portion  of  the  just 
Excels  the  sinner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne'er  designs  to  pay ; 
The  saint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with  liberal  heart  he  gives 

Amongst  the  sons  of  need ; 


58  PSALM  37. 

His  memory  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blessed  is  his  seed. 

4  His  soul  abhors  discourse  profane, 

To  slander  or  defraud ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  learned  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gospel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heart  abide ; 
Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  word, 
His  feet  shall  never  slide. 

6  When  sinners  fall,  the  righteous  stand 

Preserved  from  every  snare ; 
They  shall  possess  the  promised  land, 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

Psalm  37.    third  part.   C.  M. 

"!%/IY  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men 
-UA  Are  ordered  by  thy  will : 
Though  they  should  fall,  they  rise  again, 
Thy  hand  supports  them  still. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  see  their  ways, 

Their  virtue  he  approves  ; 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heavenly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  their  home ; 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  blessings  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  men, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 
Ye  shall  confess  their  pride  was  vain, 
When  justice  casts  them  down. 

5  The  haughty  sinner  have  I  seen 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 


PSALM    38.  59 

Like  to  a  tall  bay-tree,  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vanished  from  the  ground, 

Destroyed  by  hands  unseen : 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  holy  fear, 

How  blest  is  his  decease ! 
He  spends  his  days  in  duty  here, 
And  leaves  the  world  in  peace. 

Psalm  38.    C.  M. 

AMIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love, 
Restore  thy  servant,  Lord, 
Nor  let  a  Father's  chastening  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  sword. 

2  Thine  arrows  stick  within  my  heart, 

My  flesh  is  sorely  prest; 
Between  the  sorrow  and  the  smart 
My  spirit  finds  no  rest. 

3  My  sins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  are  gone; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  sea 

That  sinks  my  comforts  down ; 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weak  and  broken  sore, 

None  of  my  powers  are  whole; 
The  inward  anguish  makes  me  roar, 
The  anguish  of  my  soul. 

6  All  my  desires  to  thee  are  known, 

Thine  eye  counts  every  tear ; 


60  PSALM  39. 

And  every  sigh,  and  every  groan 
Is  noticed  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope; 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry, 

My  God  will  bear  my  spirit  up, 

When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

8  My  foes  rejoice  whene'er  I  slide, 

To  see  my  virtue  fail ; 
They  raise  their  pleasure  and  their  pride, 
Whene'er  their  wiles  prevail. 

9  To  thee  will  I  confess  my  guilt, 

And  thus  will  plead  with  thee ; 
"  Was  not  the  blood  of  Jesus  spilt 
To  set  the  sinner  free  ?" 

10  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  past, 

And  be  for  ever  nigh ; 
O  Lord  of  my  salvation  haste 
Before  thy  servant  die. 

PSALM  39.    first  part.   C.  M. 

THUS  I  resolved  before  the  Lord, 
"  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
Lest  I  let  slip  one  sinful  word, 
Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

2  Whene'er  constrained  a  while  to  stay 

With  men  of  lives  profane, 
I'll  set  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I'll  scarce  allow  my  lips  to  speak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Lest  scoffers  should  occasion  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet  if  some  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  over  awed, 


PSALM  39.  61 

But  let  the  scoffing  sinners  hear 
That  I  can  speak  for  God. 

Psalm  39.    second  part.    C.  M. 

TEACH  me  the  measure  of  my  days, 
Thou  Maker  of  my  frame ; 
I  would  survey  life's  narrow  space, 

And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 
A  span  is  all  that  we  can  boast, 

An  inch  or  two  of  time : 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  dust 

In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 
See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  shadows  o'er  the  plain ; 
They  rage  and  strive,  desire  and  love, 

But  all  their  noise  is  vain. 
Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  show, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 
They  toil  for  heirs,  they  know  not  who, 

And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 
What  should  I  wish  or  wait  for  then, 

From  creatures,  earth  and  dust  ? 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 

And  disappoint  our  trust. 
Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 

My  fond  desires  recall ; 
I  give  my  mortal  interest  up, 

And  make  my  God  my  all. 

Psalm  39.   third  part.    C.  M. 

GOD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 

Nor  dare  dispute  thy  will. 
Diseases  are  thy  servants,  Lord, 
They  come  at  thy  command ; 


62  PSALM  40. 

I'll  not  attempt  a  murmuring  word 
Against  thy  chastening  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead,  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  sharp  rebukes  : 
My  strength  consumes,  my  spirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  strokes. 

4  Crushed  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  dust ; 
Our  feeble  powers  can  ne'er  withstand, 
And  all  our  beauty's  lost. 

5  I'm  but  a  stranger  here  below, 

As  all  my  fathers  were ; 
May  I  be  well  prepared  to  go, 
When  I  the  summons  hear! 

6  And  if  my  life  be  spared  a  while 

Before  my  last  remove, 
Thy  praise  shall  be  my  business  still, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

Psalm  40.    first  part.    C.  M. 

I  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
He  bowed  to  hear  my  cry ; 
He  saw  me  resting  on  his  word, 
And  brought  salvation  nigh. 

2  He  raised  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  released  my  feet — 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  stand, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  song. 

4  I'll  spread  his  works  of  grace  abroad; 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear, 


PSALM  40.  63 

And  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  ! 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 

Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

When  I'm  afflicted,  poor  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 
My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

Psalm  40.    second  part.    C.  M. 

THUS  saith  the  Lord,  "  Your  work  is  vain, 
Give  your  burnt-offerings  o'er ; 
In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  slain, 
My  soul  delights  no  more." 

Then  spake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,  I'm  here, 

My  God,  to  do  thy  will ; 
Whate'er  thy  sacred  books  declare 

Thy  servant  shall  fulfil. 

"  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  sight, 

I  keep  it  near  my  heart; 
Mine  eyes  are  opened  with  delight 

To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

And  see,  the  blest  Redeemer  comes, 

Th'  eternal  Son  appears, 
And  at  th'  appointed  time  assumes 

The  body  God  prepares. 
Much  he  revealed  his  Father's  grace, 

And  much  his  truth  he  showed, 
And  preached  the  way  of  righteousness 

Where  great  assemblies  stood. 

His  Father's  honour  touched  his  heart, 
He  pitied  sinners'  cries, 


64  PSALM  40 

And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  sacrifice. 

7  No  blood  of  beasts  on  altars  slit, J 

Could  wash  the  conscience  clean 
But  the  rich  sacrifice  he  paid, 
Atones  for  all  our  sin. 

8  Then  was  the  great  salvation  spread, 

And  Satan's  kingdom  shook; 
Thus  by  the  woman's  promised  seed 
The  serpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSAI  M  40.     THIRD  PART.     L.  M. 

THE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 
Exceed  our  praise,  surmount  our  thought 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  speech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beasts  on  altars  spilt, 

Can  cleanse  the  souls  of  men  from  guilt ; 
But  thou  hast  set  before  our  eyes 
An  all-sufficient  sacrifice. 

3  Lo !  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  designs  he  bows  his  ears ; 
Assumes  a  body  well  prepared, 
And  well  performs  a  work  so  hard. 

4  "Behold,  I  come,"  the  Saviour  cries,. 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes, 

"  I  come,  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
Of  sins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

5  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 

I  must  fulfil  the  Saviours  part, 
And  lo !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  "I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 
And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 


PSALM  41,  42.  65 

When  on  my  cross  I'm  lifted  high, 

Or  to  my  crown  above  the  sky. 

"  The  Spirit  shall  descend  and  show 

What  thou  hast  done,  and  what  I  do; 

The  wondering  world  shall  learn  thy  grace, 

And  all  creation  tune  thy  praise." 

Psalm  41.    L.  M. 

BLEST  is  the  man  whose  heart  can  move, 
And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor ; 
Whose  soul,  by  sympathising  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow  saints  endure. 

His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief, 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do ; 
He,  in  the  time  of  general  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too. 
His  soul  shall  live  secure  on  earth, 
With  secret  blessings  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  pestilence,  and  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 
Or  if  he  languish  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  sins  forgiven, 
Will  save  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  soul  to  heaven. 

Psalm  42.    first  part.    C.  M. 

WITH  earnest  longings  of  the  mind, 
My  God,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 

And  taste  the  cooling  brook. 
When  shall  I  see  thy  courts  of  grace, 

And  meet  my  God  again  ? 
So  long  an  absence  from  thy  face 

My  heart  endures  with  pain. 
Temptations  vex  my  weary  soul, 
And  tears  are  my  repast ; 
f2 


66  PSALM  42. 

The  foe  insults  without  control, 
"  And  where 's  your  God  at  last  ?" 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days  : 
Then  to  thy  house  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praise. 

5  But  why,  my  soul,  sink  down  so  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 

My  spirit,  why  indulge  despair, 

And  sin  against  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whose  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove ; 
For  I  shall  yet  before  him  stand, 
And  sing  restoring  love. 

Psalm  42.    second  part.    L.  M. 

MY  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord, 
But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
And  times  of  past  distress  record, 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Huge  troubles,  with  tumultuous  noise, 
Swell  like  a  sea,  and  round  me  spread : 
Thy  water-spouts  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  rising  waves  roll  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
When  I  address  his  throne  by  day  ; 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  : 
The  night  shall  hear  me  sing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  cast  myself  before  his  feet, 

And  say,  "  My  God,  my  heavenly  Rock  ! 

Why  doth  thy  love  so  long  forget 

The  soul  that  groans  beneath  thy  stroke  ?" 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  sinks  so  low  ; 
Why  should  my  soul  indulge  her  grief? 


PSALM  43,  44.  67 

Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praise  him  too; 

He  is  my  rest,  my  sure  relief. 

Thy  light  and  truth  shall  guide  me  still ; 

Thy  word  shall  my  best  thoughts  employ, 

And  lead  me  to  thy  heavenly  hill, 

My  God,  my  most  exceeding  joy. 

Psalm  43.    C.  M. 

JUDGE  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  cause, 
Against  a  sinful  race  ; 
From  vile  oppression  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 

On  thee  my  steadfast  hope  depends, 

And  am  I  left  to  mourn  ? 
To  sink  in  sorrows,  and  in  vain 

Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 
Oh  send  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet, 

And  bid  thy  truth  appear ; 
Conduct  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there. 
Then  to  thy  altar,  oh  my  God, 

My  joyful  feet  shall  rise, 
And  my  triumphant  song  shall  praise 

The  God  that  rules  the  skies. 
Sink  not,  my  soul,  beneath  thy  fear, 

Nor  yield  to  dark  despair ; 
For  I  shall  live  to  praise  the  Lord, 

And  bless  his  guardian  care. 
Psalm  44.   C.  M. 

LORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
Thy  works  of  power  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 

They  saw  the  beauteous  churches  rise, 
The  spreading  gospel  run  ; 


68  PSALM  44. 

While  light  and  glory  from  the  skies 
Through  all  their  temples  shone. 

3  In  God  they  boasted  all  the  day, 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thousands  meet  to  praise  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  song. 

4  But  now  our  souls  are  seized  with  shame, 

Confusion  fills  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blaspheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falsely  dealt  with  heaven ; 
Nor  have  our  steps  declined  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  hast  given: 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 

With  their  destructive  breath, 
And  thine  own  hand  has  bruised  us  sore, 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

7  We  are  exposed  all  day  to  die, 

As  martyrs  for  thy  name ; 
As  sheep  for  slaughter  bound  we  lie, 
And  wait  the  kindling  flame. 

8  Awake,  arise,  Almighty  Lord, 

Why  sleeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Why  should  we  seem  like  men  abhorred, 
Or  banished  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  cast  us  off, 

And  still  neglect  our  cries  ? 
For  ever  hide  thine  heavenly  love 
From  our  afflicted  eyes  ? 

10  Down  to  the  dust  our  soul  is  bowed, 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rise  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  powers  confound. 


PSALM  45.  69 

1 1  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  shame, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God ; 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

Psalm  45.    first  part.    C.  M. 

I'LL  speak  the  honours  of  my  King, 
His  form  divinely  fair ; 
Xone  of  the  sons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  speech,  and  heavenly  grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  shed ; 
Thy  God,  with  blessings  infinite, 
Hath  crowned  thy  sacred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Prince, 

Ride  with  majestic  sway ; 
Thy  terror  shall  strike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  stands, 

Thy  word  of  grace  shall  prove 
A  peaceful  sceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  saints  by  love. 

5  Justice  and  truth  attend  thee  still, 

But  mercy  is  thy  choice : 
And  God,  thy  God,  thy  soul  shall  fill 
With  most  peculiar  joys. 

Psalm  45.    second  part.    L.  M. 

NOW  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 
The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jesus  the  Lord  ;  how  heavenly  fair 
His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are ! 
2  O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race 
He  shines  with  far  superior  grace ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blessings  all  his  state  compose. 


70  PSALM  45. 

3  Dress  thee  in  arms,  most  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  sword ; 

In  majesty  and  glory  ride 

With  truth  and  meekness  at  thy  side. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  stubborn  heart ; 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  sweet 
Shalt  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  stands, 
Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  thy  hands ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right, 
But  grace  and  justice  thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  shed 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  thy  head ; 
And  with  his  sacred  Spirit  blest 
His  first-born  Son  above  the  rest. 

Psalm  45.   third  part.    L.  M. 

THE  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face, 
Adorned  with  majesty  and  grace ! 
He  comes  with  blessings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
The  Queen  arrayed  in  purest  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heavenly  dress ; 
Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteousness. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  seats  her  near  his  throne  ; 
Fair  stranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  state. 

4  So  shall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee,  the  favorite  of  his  choice ; 
Let  him  be  loved,  and  yet  adored, 
For  he 's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 


PSALM  46.  71 

Oh  happy  hour,  when  thou  shalt  rise 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  skies, 
And  all  thy  sons,  (a  numerous  train,) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

Let  endless  honours  crown  his  head ; 
Let  every  age  his  praises  spread ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  songs  approve 
The  condescension  of  his  love. 

Psalm  46.    first  part.    L.  M. 

GOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 
When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurled 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there ; 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  work], 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 
While  every  nation,  every  shore, 
Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God! 
Life,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

That  sacred  stream,  thine  holy  word, 
Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controls  ; 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 
And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 
Secure  against  a  threatening  hour ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 
Built  on  his  truth,  and  armed  with  power. 


72  PSALM  46,  47. 

Psalm  46.    second  part.   L.  M. 

LET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 
Tho'  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rise ; 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  God  is  still  our  aid ; 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought, 
What  desolations  he  has  made ! 

3  From  sea  to  sea,  through  all  the  shores, 
He  makes  the  noise  of  battle  cease ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  spear, 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heavenly  flame ; 
Let  earth  in  silent  wonder  hear 

The  sound  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  Be  still,  and  learn  that  he  is  God, 
He  reigns  exalted  o'er  the  lands ; 
He  will  be  known  and  feared  abroad. 
But  still  his  throne  in  Zion  stands. 

6  O  Lord  of  hosts,  almighty  King, 
While  we  so  near  thy  presence  dwell, 
Our  faith  shall  sit  secure  and  sing, 
Nor  fear  the  raging  powers  of  hell. 

Psalm  47.    CM. 

OH  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
To  God,  the  sovereign  King ! 
Let  every  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 
2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high  ; 
His  heavenly  guards  around 
Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  sound. 


PSALM  48.  73 

While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  sing ; 

O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound ; 

Let  knowledge  guide  the  song  ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 

Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  loved  that  chosen  race ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 

And  heathens  taste  his  grace. 

The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 
There  Abraham's  God  is  known ; 

While  powers  and  princes,  shields  and  swords. 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

Psalm  48.    first  part.    S.  M. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

These  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  stand  ! 
The  honours  of  our  native  place, 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

In  Zion  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  distress  ; 
How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone ! 

How  fair  his  heavenly  grace  ! 

When  kings  against  her  joined, 

And  saw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind 

They  fled  with  hasty  fear. 


74  PSALM  48. 

5  When  navies,  tall  and  proud, 

Attempt  to  spoil  our  peace, 
He  sends  his  tempests  roaring  loud, 
And  sinks  them  in  the  seas. 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold, 
Where  his  own  flocks  have  been. 

7  In  every  new  distress 

We'll  to  his  house  repair, 
Recall  to  mind  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 

Psalm  48.    second  part.    S.  M. 

FAR  as  thy  name  is  known 
The  world  declares  thy  praise  ; 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honour  raise. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compass  and  view  thy  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well : 

4  The  orders  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows  ; 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wise ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 


PSALM  49.  75 

8  The  God  we  worship  now 
Will  guide  us  till  we  die ; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 

PsAOI  49.      FIRST  PART.     C.  M. 

"\T^HY  cloth  the  man  of  riches  grow 

™  ^     To  insolence  and  pride, 
To  see  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 
With  every  rising  tide  ? 

2  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  scorn, 

Made  of  the  self-same  clay, 
And  boast  as  though  his  flesh  were  born 
Of  better  dust  than  they  ? 

3  Not  all  his  treasures  can  procure 

His  soul  a  short  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  sold, 

The  ransom  is  too  high ; 
Justice  will  ne'er  be  bribed  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die. 

5  He  sees  the  brutish  and  the  wise, 

The  timorous  and  the  brave, 
Quit  their  possessions,  close  their  eyes, 
And  hasten  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet,  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride 

"  My  house  shall  ever  stand  ; 
And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 
I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  lost, 

How  soon  his  memory  dies  ! 
His  name  is  buried  in  the  dust, 
Where  his  own  bodv  lies. 


76  PSALM  49. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way ; 

And  yet  their  sons,  as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  say, 
And  act  their  works  again. 

9  Men  void  of  wisdom  and  of  grace, 

Though  honour  raise  them  high, 
Live  like  the  beasts,  a  thoughtless  race, 
And  like  the  beasts  they  die. 

10  Laid  in  the  grave,  like  silly  sheep, 

Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
Till  the  last  trumpet  breaks  their  sleep, 
And  wakes  them  in  despair. 

Psalm  49.    second  part.   C.  M. 

TE  sons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  just, 
And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  dust, 
Your  pomp  shall  rise  no  more. 

2  The  last  great  day  shall  change  the  scene ; 

When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 
When  shall  the  just  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  scorned  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  soul  receive, 

Called  from  the  wTorld  away, 
And  break  the  prison  of  the  grave, 
To  raise  my  mouldering  clay. 

4  Heaven  is  my  everlasting  home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  sure ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  resume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 

Psalm  49.  third  part.    L.  M. 
"V^HY  do  the  proud  insult  the  poor, 

*  *     And  boast  the  large  estates  they  have? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  secure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  ! 


PSALM  50.  77 

2  They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  trust  ; 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
When  God  commands  him  down  to  dust. 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  dismal  shade 
Shall  clasp  their  naked  bodies  round ; 
That  flesh  so  delicately  fed 

Lies  cold  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtless  sheep  the  sinner  dies, 
And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb : 
The  saints  shall  in  the  morning  rise, 
And  hear  the  oppressor's  awful  doom. 

5  His  honours  perish  in  the  dust, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood ; 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  just 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  shall  my  life  restore, 
And  raise  me  from  my  dark  abode ; 
My  flesh  and  soul  shall  part  no  more, 
But  dwell  for  ever  near  my  God. 

Psalm  50.    first  part.    C.  M. 

THE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 
Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  rising  sun, 
And  near  the  western  sky. 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 

"Judgment  will  ne'er  begin;" 
No  more  abuse  his  long  delay 
To  insolence  and  sin. 

3  Throned  on  a  cloud  our  God  shall  come, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 
Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 
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78  PSALM  50. 

4  Heaven  from  above  his  call  shall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear 
His  justice  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  saints,"  he  cries, 

"  That  made  their  peace  with  God 
By  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice, 
And  sealed  it  with  his  blood, 

6  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light, 

Shall  make  the  world  confess 
My  sentence  of  reward  is  right, 
And  heaven  adore  my  grace." 

Psalm  50.   second  part.   C.  M. 

THUS  saith  the  Lord,  "  the  spacious  fields, 
And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine : 
O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  I  ask  no  sheep  for  sacrifice, 

Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  : 
To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praise, 
Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble 's  near, 

My  hand  shall  set  thee  free  ; 
Then  shall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
The  honour  due  to  me. 

4  The  man  that  offers  humble  praise, 

Declares  my  glory  best ; 
And  those  that  tread  my  holy  ways, 
Shall  my  salvation  taste." 

Psalm  50.    third  part.    C.  M. 
"VM^HEN  Christ  to  judgment  shall  descend, 

*  *     iVnd  saints  surround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 


PSALM  50.  79 

2  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  slain 

Will  I  the  world  reprove ; 
Altars,  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain 
Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

To  bring  their  sacrifice? 
They  call  my  statutes  just  and  true, 
But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  Could  you  expect  V  escape  my  sight 

And  sin  without  control  ? 
But  I  shall  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
With  anguish  in  your  soul." 

5  Consider,  ye  that  slight  the  Lord 

Before  his  wrath  appear ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  sword, 
There 's  no  deliverer  there. 

Psalm  50.    fourth  part.    L.  M. 

THE  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns, 
Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 
But  make  not  faith  and  love  their  care. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearse  his  name 
With  lips  of  falsehood  and  deceit ; 

A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 

And  soothe  and  flatter  those  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  seek  their  Maker's  face ; 
They  take  his  covenant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abuse  his  grace. 

4  To  heaven  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 
Defiled  with  lust,  defiled  with  blood  ; 
By  night  they  practise  every  sin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 


80  PSALM  50. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 
They  grow  secure  and  sin  the  more ; 
They  think  he  sleeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

6  Oh  dreadful  hour  !  when  God  draws  near, 
And  sets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ! 
His  wrath  their  guilty  souls  shall  tear, 
And  no  deliverer  dare  to  rise. 

Psalm  50.    fifth  part.    P.  M. 

THE  God  of  glory  sends  his  summons  forth, 
Calls  the  south  nations  and  awakes  the 
north ; 
From  east  to  west  the  sovereign  orders  spread, 
Thro'  distant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  trumpet  sounds,  hell  trembles,  heaven 

rejoices ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  with  cheerful 
voices. 

2  No  more  shall  atheists  mock  his  long  delay ; 
His  vengeance  sleeps  no  more  ;  behold  the  day; 
Behold   the  Judge  descends ;  his  guards  are 

nigh ; 
Tempest  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  sky. 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  shall  adore 

him  ; 
While  sinners  tremble,  saints  rejoice  before 

him. 

3  *  Heaven,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near ;  let  all 

things  come 

To  hear  my  justice  and  the  sinner's  doom ; 

But  gather  first  my  saints,  (the  judge  com- 
mands,) 

Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  distant 
lands." 


PSALM  50.  81 

When  Christ  returns,  wake  every  cheerful 

passion ; 
And  shout,  ye  saints,  he  comes  for  your 

salvation. 

4  "  Behold  my  covenant  stands  for  ever  good, 
Sealed  by  th'  eternal  sacrifice  in  blood, 

And  signed  with  all  their  names,  the  Greek, 

the  Jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worship  or  the  new." 
There 's  no  distinction  here ;  join  all  your 

voices, 
And  raise  your  heads,  ye  saints,  for  heaven 
rejoices. 

5  "  Here  (saith  the  Lord)  ye  angels,  spread  their 

thrones, 
And  near  me  seat  my  favorites  and  my  sons  ; 
Come,  my  redeemed,  possess  the  joys  pre- 
pared 
Ere  time  began,  'tis  your  divine  reward." 
When  Christ  returns,  wake  every  cheerful 

passion ; 
And  shout,  ye  saints,  he  comes  for  your 
salvation. 

6  "  Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wise  ; 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rise  ; 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  sinful  works 

amend, 
Fly  to   the  Saviour;   make   the  Judge  your 

friend." 
Then  join  the  saints,  wake  every  cheerful 

passion  : 
When  Christ  returns,  he  comes  for  your 

salvation. 


82  PSALM  51. 

Psalm  51.    first  part.    L.  M. 

SHOW  pity,  Lord ;  O  Lord,  forgive, 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  Oh  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word. 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

Psalm  51.   second  part.    L.  M. 

LORD,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin, 
And  born  unholy  and  unclean ; 
Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 
2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death  ; 
The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart; 
But  we're  defiled  in  every  part. 


PSALM  51.  83 

3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true ; 
Oh  make  me  wise  betimes  to  spy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy. 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean ; 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hyssop- branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

6  Jesus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow ; 
No  Jewish  types  could  cleanse  me  so. 

7  While  guilt  disturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flesh  nor  soul  hath  rest  or  ease ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pardoning  voice 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

Psalm  51.   third  part.    L.  M. 

OTHOU  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie. 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin : 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banished  from  thy  sight; 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 


84  PSALM  51. 

4  Though  I  have  grieved  thy  spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford, 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

6  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways : 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song; 

And  all  my  powers  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

Psalm  51.  fourth  part.   C.  M. 

LORD,  I  would  spread  my  sore  distress 
And  guilt  before  thine  eyes ; 
Against  thy  laws,  against  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arise  ! 

2  Hadst  thou  condemned  my  soul  to  hell, 

And  crushed  me  to  the  dust, 
Heaven  had  approved  thy  vengeance  well, 
And  earth  had  owned  it  just. 

3  I  from  the  stock  of  Adam  came, 

Unholy  and  unclean  ; 
All  my  original  is  shame, 
And  all  my  nature  sin. 


PSALM  51.  85 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 
And  as  my  days  advanced,  I  grew 
A  juster  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanse  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  soul 

With  thy  forgiving  love ; 
Oh  make  my  broken  spirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  e'er  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face ; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 

Before  the  sons  of  men ; 
Backsliders  shall  address  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

Psalm  51.    fifth  part.    C.  M. 

OGOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
My  loads  of  guilt  remove ; 
Break  down  this  separating  wall, 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace ; 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifers  slain, 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone ; 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  soul  oppressed  with  sin's  desert 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise ; 
An  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 
Is  our  best  sacrifice. 

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86  PSALM  52. 

Psalm  52.    first  part.    C.  M. 
^OTTHY  should  the  mighty  make  their  boast, 

*  ™     And  heavenly  grace  despise  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  trust, 

And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 

2  Our  God  in  vengeance  shall  destroy, 

And  drive  them  from  his  face ; 
No  more  shall  they  his  church  annoy, 
Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  cultured  olive  grove, 

Dressed  in  immortal  green, 
Thy  children,  blooming  in  thy  love, 
Amid  thy  courts  are  seen. 

4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 

Thy  saints  shall  rest  secure, 
And  all  who  trust  thy  holy  word, 
Shall  find  salvation  sure. 

Psalm  52.    second  part.    L.  M. 
^^HY  should  the  haughty  tyrant  boast 

*  *     His  vengeful  arm,  his  warlike  host  ? 
While  blood  defiles  his  cruel  hand, 

And  desolation  wastes  the  land. 

2  He  joys  to  hear  the  captive's  cry, 
The  widow's  groan,  the  orphan's  sigh : 
And  when  the  wearied  sword  would  spare, 
His  falsehood  spreads  the  fatal  snare. 

3  He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 
And  arms  with  rage  his  impious  tongue ; 
With  pride  proclaims  his  dreadful  power, 
And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore. 

4  But  God  beholds,  and  with  a  frown, 
Casts  to  the  dust  his  honours  down ; 
The  righteous  freed,  their  hopes  recall, 
And  hail  the  proud  oppressor's  fall. 


PSALM  53,  54.  87 

How  low  the  proud  transgressor  lies, 
Who  dared  th'  eternal  power  despise ! 
And  vainly  deemed,  with  envious  joy, 
His  arm  almighty  to  destroy. 
We  praise  the  Lord,  who  heard  our  cries, 
And  sent  salvation  from  the  skies ; 
The  saints  who  saw  our  mournful  days, 
Shall  join  our  grateful  songs  of  praise. 

Psalm  53.    C.  M. 

ARE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
Who  thus  destroy  her  saints  ? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 

And  pities  her  complaints  ? 
They  shall  be  seized  with  sad  surprise ; 

For  God's  avenging  arm 
Shall  crush  the  hand  that  dares  arise 

To  do  his  children  harm. 
In  vain  the  sons  of  Satan  boast 

Of  armies  in  array  ; 
WThen  God  on  high  dismays  their  host, 

They  fall  an  easy  prey. 
Oh  for  a  word  from  Zion's  King, 

Her  captives  to  restore  ! 
The  joyful  saints  thy  praise  shall  sing, 

And  Israel  weep  no  more. 

Psalm  54.    C.  M. 

BEHOLD  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry 
Before  thy  throne  ascend  ; 
Cast  thou  on  us  a  pitying  eye, 

And  still  our  lives  defend. 
For  impious  foes  insult  us  round ; 

Oppressive,  proud,  and  vain  ; 
They  cast  thy  temples  to  the  ground, 
And  all  our  rights  profane. 


88  PSALM  55. 

3  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  trust, 

And  in  thy  power  rejoice; 
Thine  arms  shall  bring  our  foes  to  dust, 
Thy  praise  inspire  our  voice. 

4  Be  thou  with  those  whose  friendly  hand 

Upheld  us  in  distress, 
Extend  thy  truth  through  every  land, 
And  still  thy  people  bless. 

Psalm  55.    first  part.   C.  M. 

OGOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
Behold  my  flowing  tears ; 
For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devise, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  leveled  at  my  life, 

My  soul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  strife, 
To  shake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  What  inward  pains  my  heart-strings  wound ! 

I  groan  with  every  breath ; 
Horror  and  fear  beset  me  round 
Amongst  the  shades  of  death. 

4  Oh  were  I  like  a  feathered  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings, 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  these  restless  things. 

5  Let  me  to  some  wild  desert  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home 
Where  storms  of  malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  By  morning  light  I'll  seek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry ; 
The  night  shall  hear  me  ask  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 


PSALM  55.  89 

7  God  shall  preserve  my  soul  from  fear, 

Or  shield  me  when  afraid; 
Ten  thousand  angels  must  appear 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

8  I  cast  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  sustains  them  all ; 

My  courage  rests  upon  his  word, 

That  saints  shall  never  fall. 

9  My  highest  hopes  shall  not  be  vain, 

My  lips  shall  spread  his  praise ; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men, 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

Psalm  55.    second  part.   S.  M. 

LET  sinners  take  their  course, 
And  choose  the  road  to  death ; 
But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light; 
I  seek  his  blessing  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God  ! 
While  sinners  perish  in  surprise 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Because  they  dwell  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  feel, 
They  neither  fear,  nor  trust  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord ; 
I'll  cast  my  burden  on  his  arm, 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

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90  PSALM  56. 

6  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 
The  children  of  his  love ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety  stands, 
No  earthly  power  can  move. 

Psalm  56.    first  part.    C.  M. 

OTHOU  whose  justice  reigns  on  high, 
And  makes  the  oppressor  cease, 
Behold  how  envious  sinners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 

2  The  sons  of  violence  and  lies 

Join  to  devour  me,  Lord ; 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rise, 
My  reiuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  God  most  holy,  just,  and  true, 

I  have  reposed  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flesh  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dust. 

4  They  wrest  my  words  to  mischief  still, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults ; 
Mischief  doth  all  their  counsels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  escape  without  thy  frown  ? 

Must  their  devices  stand  ? 
Oh  cast  the  haughty  sinner  down, 

And  let  him  know  thy  hand. 

Psalm  56.    second  part.    C.  M. 
|^1  OD  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints, 
^^  Their  groans  affect  his  ears ; 
Thou  hast  a  book  for  my  complaints, 

A  bottle  for  my  tears. 
2  When  to  thy  throne  I  raise  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee : 
So  swift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  sky, 

So  near  is  God  to  me. 


PSALM  57.  91 

3  In  thee,  most  holy,  just,  and  true, 

I  have  reposed  my  trust; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dust. 

4  Thy  solemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  shalt  receive  my  praise  ; 
I'll  sing  how  faithful  is  thy  word, 
How  righteous  all  thy  ways. 

5  Thou  hast  secured  my  soul  from  death : 

Oh  set  thy  prisoner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 
May  be  employed  for  thee. 

Psalm  57.    L.  M. 

MY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 
Of  boundless  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  spreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heavens  I  send  my  cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform; 
He  sends  his  angels  from  the  sky, 

And  saves  me  from  the  threatening  storm. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fixed ;  my  song  shall  raise 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky ; 

His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 


92  PSALM  58. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God* 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 
Psalm  58.    P.M. 
|~UDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
•*    Will  ye  despise  the  righteous  cause  ? 
When  vile  oppression  wastes  the  land, 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  sinners  'scape  secure, 

While  gold  and  greatness  bribe  your  hand? 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew, 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  heavens  his  justice  reigns; 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God, 
And  send  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  conscience  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poisoned  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  sharp,  the  poison  strong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds; 
You  hear  no  counsels,  cries,  nor  tears ; 
So  the  deaf  adder  stops  her  ears 

Against  the  power  of  charming  sounds 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God  ; 
Those  teeth  of  lions,  dyed  in  blood  ; 

And  crush  the  serpents  in  the  dust : 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rise, 
Before  the  sweeping  tempest  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  lost. 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  sky ; 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  snow  dissolve  and  run  ; 
Or  snails  that  perish  in  their  slime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births,  that  never  see  the  sun. 


PSALM  59.  93 

6  Thus  shall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  saints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  hear  shall  join  and  say, 
"  Sure  there  's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

And  will  their  sufferings  well  repay." 

Psalm  59.    S.  M. 

FROM  foes  that  round  us  rise, 
O  God  of  heaven  defend, 
Who  brave  the  vengeance  of  the  skies, 
And  with  thy  saints  contend. 

2  Behold,  from  distant  shores, 

And  desert  wilds  they  come, 
Combine  for  blood  their  cruel  force, 
And  through  thy  cities  roam. 

3  Beneath  the  silent  shade, 

Their  secret  plots  they  lay, 
Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade, 
And  waste  the  fields  by  day. 

4  And  will  the  God  of  grace, 

Regardless  of  our  pain, 
Permit,  secure,  that  impious  race 
To  riot  in  their  reign  ? 

5  In  vain  their  secret  guile, 

Or  open  force  they  prove ; 
His  eye  can  pierce  the  deepest  veil, 
His  hand  their  strength  remove. 

6  Yet  save  them,  Lord,  from  death, 

Subdue  them  by  thy  word, 
Confound  their  councils  with  thy  breath, 
But  pardoning  grace  afford. 

7  Then  shall  our  grateful  voice 

Proclaim  our  guardian  God ; 


94  PSALM  60,  61. 

The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 

Psalm  60.   C.  M. 

LORD,  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty  land  ; 
Behold  thy  people  mourn ; 
Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand  ? 
Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye, 

Earth's  haughty  towers  decay  ; 
Thy  frowning  mantle  spreads  the  sky, 
And  mortals  melt  away. 

3  Our  Zion  trembles  at  the  stroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand; 
Oh  heal  the  people  thou  hast  broke, 
And  save  the  sinking  land. 

4  Exalt  thy  banner  in  the  field, 

For  those  that  fear  thy  name ; 
From  barbarous  hosts  our  nation  shield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  shame. 

5  Attend  our  armies  to  the  fight, 

And  be  their  guardian  God ; 
In  vain  shall  numerous  powers  unite 
Against  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 

Shall  gain  a  glad  renown : 
'Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  stand, 
And  treads  the  mighty  down. 

Psalm  61.    first  part.    S.  M. 

%M/fiKN  overwhelmed  with  grief, 

*  *     My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 


PSALM  61.  95 

Oh  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That 's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 

My  shelter  and  my  shade. 
Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 

For  ever  I'll  abide ; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 

The  refuse  where  I  hide. 
Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 

I  shall  possess  the  same. 

Psalm  61.    second  part.    P.  M. 

LORD,  hear  my  voice,  my  prayer  atten 
From  earth's  far  distant  coasts  I  ber 

With  supplicating  cry : 
When  the  dark  storm  o'erwhelms  my  bi 
Then  lead  me  on  the  Rock  to  rest, 

That 's  higher  far  than  I ! 
Long  has  my  soul  thy  shelter  found, 
And  thee  I  boast  when  foes  surround, 

The  tower  of  my  defence ; 
Still  in  thy  presence  I'll  abide, 
Beneath  thy  wings  securely  hide, 

And  none  shall  pluck  me  thence. 
Thou,  gracious  Lord,  my  vows  didst  hear, 
And  'midst  the  men  who  own  thy  fear    - 

Mv  heritage  ordain : 
Thine  arm  has  raised  my  Saviour  high, 
Enthroned  him  King  o'er  earth  and  sky, 

And  bid  his  years  remain  ! 
Eternal  shall  his  throne  endure, 
Mercv  and  truth  his  reign  secure, 

In  the  bright  realms  of  day  : 


96  PSALM  62,  63. 

My  God,  my  lips  exalt  thy  name, 
Salvation  from  thy  grace  I  claim, 
And  daily  vows  repay. 

Psalm  62.    L.  M. 

MY  spirit  looks  to  God  alone ; 
My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits, 
My  soul  on  his  salvation  waits. 

2  Trust  him,  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-sufficient  aid. 

3  False  are  the  men  of  hiorh  decree, 
The  baser  sort  are  vanity ; 

Laid  in  a  balance,  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increasing  gold  your  trust, 
Nor  set  your  hearts  on  glittering  dust; 
Why  will  you  grasp  the  fleeting  smoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  spoke  ? 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declared, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard 
"  All  power  is  his  eternal  due; 

He  must  be  feared  and  trusted  too/' 

6  For  sovereign  power  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne ; 
Thy  grace  and  justice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  last  reward. 

Psalm  63.    first  part.    C.  M. 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
I  haste  to  seek  thy  face ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 


PSALM  63. 

2  I've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

3  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 
And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 

4  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys,    ' 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

5  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

Psalm  63.    second  part.    L.  M. 
|^  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
^*   Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest ; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and  wise, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 

And  I  am  thine  by  sacred  ties ; 

Thy  son,  thy  servant,  bought  with  blood. 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 
For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 

As  travellers,  in  thirsty  lands, 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
Among  thy  saints  and  seek  thy  face  ; 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  of  sovereign  grace. 


98  PSALM  63. 

5  Amidst  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  busy  cares  afflict  my  head, 
One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refreshment  to  my  bed. 

G  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praise ; 
This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  bless  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

Psalm  63.    third  part.    S.  M. 

MY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty,  fainting  soul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore : 
Not  travellers  in  desert  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quickening  grace. 

4  For  life  without  thy  love 

No  relish  can  afford ; 
No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this, 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

5  Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies, 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

6  The  shadow  of  thy  wings 

My  soul  in  safety  keeps ; 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  supports  my  steps. 


PSALM  64,  65.  99 

Psalm  64.    L.  M. 

GREAT  God,  attend  to  my  complaint, 
Nor  let  my  drooping  spirit  faint ; 
When  foes  in  secret  spread  the  snare, 
Let  my  salvation  be  thy  care. 
Shield  me  without,  and  guard  within 
From  treacherous  foes  and  deadly  sin; 
May  envy,  lust,  and  pride  depart, 
And  heavenly  grace  expand  my  heart. 
Thy  justice  and  thy  power  display, 
And  scatter  far  thy  foes  away ; 
While  listening  nations  learn  thy  word, 
And  saints  triumphant  bless  the  Lord. 
Then  shall  thy  church  exalt  her  voice, 
And  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice ; 
By  faith  approach  thine  awful  throne, 
And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

Psalm  65.    first  part.    L.  M. 

THE  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 
My  God,  and  praise  becomes  thy  house; 
There  shall  thy  saints  thy  glory  see, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

O  thou,  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies, 
To  save  when  humble  sinners  pray  ; 
All  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  every  yielding  heart  obey. 
Against  my  will  my  sins  prevail, 
But  grace  shall  purge  away  the  stain ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  will  never  fail 
To  wash  my  garments  white  again. 

Blest  is  the  man  whom  thou  shalt  choose, 
And  give  him  kind  access  to  thee ; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  house, 
To  taste  thy  love  divinely  free. 


100  PSALM  65. 

5  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  afflicted  saints  request; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love  to  give  his  churches  rest. 

6  Then  shall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord ; 
The  rising  and  the  setting  sun 
Shall  see  the  Saviour's  name  adored. 

Psalm  65.    second  part.    L.  M. 

THE  God  of  our  salvation  hears 
The  groans  of  Zion  mixed  with  tears 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  designs, 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  shines. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remotest  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors,  that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Address  their  frighted  souls  to  God, 
When  tempests  rage  and  billows  roar 
At  dreadful  distance  from  the  shore. 

4  He  bids  the  noisy  tempests  cease  ; 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumultuous  nation  raves 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole  kingdoms,  shaken  by  the  storm, 
He  settles  in  a  peaceful  form ; 
Mountains  established  by  his  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  stand. 

6  Behold  his  ensigns  sweep  the  sky, 
New  comets  blaze,  and  lightnings  fly ; 
The  heathen  lands,  with  swift  surprise, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 


TSALM  65.  101 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  east,  and  leads  the  day; 
He  guides  the  sun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  western  hills. 

8  Seasons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  evening  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  see  the  earth  made  soft  with  showers, 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  drest  in  flowers. 

9  'Tis  from  his  watery  stores  on  high 
He  gives  the  thirsty  ground  supply; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  dispense. 

10  The  desert  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  fruit  the  valleys  yield  ; 
The  valleys  shout  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighbouring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

11  The  pastures  smile  in  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 

Each  in  his  language  speaks  thy  name. 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine; 
O'er  every  field  thy  glories  shine  ; 
Through  every  month  thy  gifts  appear : 
Great  God,  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year ! 

Psalm  65.    third  part.    C.  M. 

PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee, 
There  shall  our  vows  be  paid  ; 
Thou  hast  an  ear  when  sinners  pray, 
All  flesh  shall  seek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pardoning  grace  is  thine, 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  skill 
To  conquer  every  sim 
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102  PSALM  65. 

3  Blest  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  choose 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thy  house, 
To  feast  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  answering  what  thy  church  requests, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  shine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteousness 
Fulfil  thy  kind  design. 

5  Thus  shall  the  wondering  nations  see 

The  Lord  is  good  and  just; 
And  distant  islands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  trust. 

6  They  dread  thy  glittering  tokens,  Lord, 

When  signs  in  heaven  appear; 
But  they  shall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

Psalm  65.    fourth  part.    C.  M. 

,f  I  MS  by  thy  strength  the  mountains  stand, 

A    God  of  eternal  power ; 
The  sea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempests  cease  to  roar. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  evening  shade 

Successive  comforts  bring ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harvest  glad, 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  spring. 

3  Seasons  and  times  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heaven,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  distil  in  fruitful  showers, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Those  wandering  cisterns  in  the  sky, 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
With  watery  treasures  well  supply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 


PSALM  65,  66.  103 

5  The  thirsty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 
And  ranks  of  corn  appear; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blessings  still, 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 
Psalm  65.    fifth  part.   C.  M. 

GOOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  King, 
Who  makes  the  earth  his  care ; 
Visits  the  pastures  every  spring, 
And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers  raised  on  high, 

Pour  out  at  his  command 
Their  watery  blessings  from  the  sky, 
To  cheer  the  thirsty  land. 

3  The  softened  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  spring: 
The  valleys  rich  provision  yield, 
And  the  poor  labourers  sing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  every  side 

Rejoice  at  falling  showers ; 
The  meadows,  dressed  in  beauteous  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flowers. 

5  The  thirsty  clods,  refreshed  with  rain, 

Promise  a  joyful  crop; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raise  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodness  crowns, 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways ! 
The  bleating  flocks  spread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  shepherds  shout  thy  praise. 

Psalm  66.    first  part.    C.  M. 

SING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
Sing  with  a  joyful  noise ; 
With  melody  of  sound  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 


104  PSALM  66. 

2  Say  to  the  Power  that  formed  the  sky, 

"  How  terrible  art  thou ! 
Sinners  before  thy  presence  fly, 
Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

3  Come  see  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  are  his  ways ! 
In  Moses'  hand  he  put  the  rod, 
And  clave  the  frighted  seas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

While  Israel  passed  the  flood ; 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 
And  triumph  in  their  God. 

5  He  rules  by  his  resistless  might ; 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  the  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

6  Oh  bless  our  God,  and  never  cease ; 

Ye  saints,  fulfil  his  praise ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  hast  pioved  our  suffering  souls, 

To  make  our  graces  shine; 
So  silver  bears  the  burning  coals, 
The  metal  to  refine. 

8  Through  watery  deeps  and  fiery  ways 

We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  possess  the  promised  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 

Psalm  66,    second  part.    C.  M- 

\TOW  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 
-^    To  that  Almighty  Power, 
That  heard  the  long  requests  I  made 
In  my  distressful  hour. 


PSALM  67.  105 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known ; 
Come  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  sorrows  fell, 

I  sought  his  heavenly  aid ; 
He  saved  my  sinking  soul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  shade. 

4  If  sin  lay  covered  in  my  heart 

While  prayer  employed  my  tongue ; 
The  Lord  had  shown  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praises  sung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  blest) 

Has  set  my  spirit  free ; 
Nor  turned  from  him  my  poor  request, 
Nor  turned  his  heart  from  me. 

Psalm  67.    CM. 

SHINE,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  grace ; 
Reveal  thy  power  through  all  our  coasts, 
And  show  thy  smiling  face. 

2  When  shall  thy  name  from  shore  to  shore 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad; 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 

3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  solemn  voice ; 
Let  every  tongue  exalt  his  praise, 
And  every  heart  rejoice. 

4  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  sovereign  Judge, 

That  sits  enthroned  above, 
In  wisdom  rules  the  worlds  he  made 
And  bids  them  taste  his  love 


106  PSALM  68. 

5  Earth  shall  obey  his  high  command, 

And  yield  a  full  increase ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chosen  land 
With  fruitfulness  and  peace. 

6  God  the  Redeemer  scatters  round 

His  choicest  favours  here, 
While  the  creation's  utmost  bound 
Shall  see,  adore,  and  fear. 

Psalm  68.    first  part.    L.  M. 

LET  God  arise  in  all  his  might, 
And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight ; 
As  smoke,  that  sought  to  cloud  the  skies, 
Before  the  rising  tempest  flies. 

2  He  comes,  arrayed  in  burning  flames: 
Justice  and  vengeance  are  his  names: 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire 

Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire. 

3  He  rides,  and  thunders  through  the  sky, 
His  name,  Jehovah,  sounds  on  high  ; 
Sing  to  his  name  ye  sons  of  grace; 

Ye  saints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherless 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  sharp  distress ; 
In  him  the  poor  and  helpless  find 
A  Judge  that 's  just,  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  prisoners  see  the  light  again  ; 
But  rebels  that  dispute  his  will 

Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darkness  still. 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong ; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song : 
His  wondrous  names  and  powers  rehearse, 
His  honours  shall  enrich  your  verse. 


PSALM  68.  107 

7  He  shakes  the  heavens  with  loud  alarms; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms ! 

In  Israel  are  his  mercies  known, 
Israel  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  king,  pronounce  him  blest ; 
He  's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest : 
When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

Psalm  68.    second  part.    L.  M. 

LORD,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high, 
Ten  thousand  angels  filled  the  sky ; 
Those  heavenly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there; 
While  he  pronounced  his  holy  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell, 
That  thousand  souls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains,  like  captives,  led. 

4  Raised  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  his  promised  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

Psalm  68.    third  part.    L.  M. 

WE  bless  the  Lord,  the  just,  the  good, 
Who  fills  our  hearts  with  heavenly  food; 
Who  pours  his  blessings  from  the  skies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  supplies. 
2  He  sends  the  sun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground ; 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plenteous  rain, 
Refresh  the  thirsty  earth  again. 


108  PSALM  69. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  escapes  from  death : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong ; 

He  heals  the  weak,  and  guards  the  strong. 

4  He  makes  the  saint  and  sinner  prove 
The  common  blessings  of  his  love ; 
But  the  wide  difference  that  remains, 
Is  endless  joy,  or  endless  pains. 

5  The  Lord  that  bruised  the  serpent's  head, 
On  all  the  serpent's  seed  shall  tread ; 
The  stubborn  sinner's  hope  confound, 
And  smite  him  with  a  lasting  wound. 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  saints  shall  raise, 
From  the  deep  earth  or  deeper  seas, 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above ; 
There  shall  they  taste  his  special  love. 

Psalm  69.    first  part.   C.  M. 

"  O  AVE  me,  O  God,  the  swelling  floods 

^  Break  in  upon  my  soul  ; 
I  sink,  and  sorrows  o'er  my  head 

Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

2  "I  cry  till  all  my  voice  be  gone, 

In  tears  I  waste  the  day : 
My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
And  shorten  thy  delay. 

3  "  They  hate  my  soul  without  a  cause, 

And  still  their  number  grows 
More  than  the  hairs  about  my  head, 
And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  "  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 

That  men  could  never  pay, 
And  gave  those  honours  to  thy  law, 
Which  sinners  took  away." 


PSALM  69.  109 

5  Thus  in  the  great  Messiah's  name 

The  royal  prophet  mourns ; 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  "  Now  shall  the  saints  rejoice  and  find 

Salvation  in  my  name, 
For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
Of  sorrow,  pain,  and  shame. 

7  "  Grief,  like  a  garment,  clothed  me  round, 

And  sackcloth  was  my  dress, 
While  I  procured,  for  naked  souls, 
A  robe  of  righteousness. 

8  "  Amongst  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 

I  like  a  stranger  stood, 
And  bore  their  vile  reproach,  to  bring 
The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

9  "I  came  in  sinful  mortals'  stead 

To  do  my  Father's  will : 
Yet,  when  I  cleansed  my  Father's  house, 
They  scandalized  my  zeal. 

10  "  My  fastings  and  my  holy  groans 

Were  made  the  drunkard's  song ; 
But  God  from  his  celestial  throne, 
Heard  my  complaining  tongue." 

11"  He  saved  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 
Where  fears  beset  me  round ; 
He  raised  and  fixed  my  sinking  feet 
On  well-established  ground. 

12  "  'Twas  in  a  most  accepted  hour, 
My  prayer  arose  on  high, 
And  for  my  sake  my  God  shall  hear 
The  dying  sinner's  cry." 

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110  PSALM  69. 

Psalm  69.    second  part.    C.  M. 

NOW  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear 
And  mournful  pleasure,  sing 
The  sufferings  of  our  great  High  Priest, 
The  sorrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  sinks  in  floods  of  deep  distress; 

How  high  the  waters  rise! 
While  to  his  heavenly  Father's  ear 
He  sends  unceasing  cries. 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  save  thy  Son, 

Nor  hide  thy  shining  face ; 
Why  should  thy  favourite  look  like  one 
Forsaken  of  thy  grace  ! 

4  "  With  rage  they  persecute  the  man 

That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
While  for  a  sacrifice  I  pour 
My  life  upon  the  ground. 

5  "  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  dust, 

And  laugh  when  I  complain ; 
Their  sharp  insulting  slanders  add 
Fresh  anguish  to  my  pain. 

6  "  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 

The  scandal  and  the  shame ; 
Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart ; 
And  lies  defiled  my  name. 

7  "  I  looked  for  pity,  but  in  vain ; 

My  kindred  are  my  grief: 
I  ask  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  "With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirst, 

They  give  me  gall  for  food ; 
And  sporting  with  my  dying  groans, 
They  triumph  in  my  blood. 


PSALM  69.  Ill 

9  "  Shine  into  my  afflicted  soul, 

Let  thy  compassion  save  ; 
And  though  my  flesh  sink  down  to  death 
Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 

10  "  I  shall  arise  to  praise  thy  name, 

Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown  ; 
And  thy  salvation,  O  my  God, 
Shall  seat  me  on  thy  throne." 

PSALM  69.    third  part.   C  M. 

] RATHER,  I  sing  thy  wondrous  grace, 
-    I  bless  my  Saviour's  name, 
He  bought  salvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  sinner's  shame. 

2  His  deep  distress  has  raised  us  high, 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfilled  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finished  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  songs, 

Shall  better  please  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  solemn  sound, 
Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 

4  This  shall  his  humble  followers  see, 

And  set  their  hearts  at  rest ; 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  for  ever  blest. 

5  Let  heaven  and  all  that  dwell  on  high, 

To  God  their  voices  raise, 
While  lands  and  seas  assist  the  sky, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praise. 

6  Zion  is  thine,  most  holy  God, 

Thy  Son  shall  bless  her  gates ; 
And  glory  purchased  by  his  blood 
For  thine  own  Israel  waits. 


112  PSALM  69,70. 

Psalm  69.    fourth  part.    L.  M. 

DEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord ; 
Behold  the  rising  billows  roll 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul. 

2  In  long  complaints  he  spends  his  breath, 
While  hosts  of  hell,  and  powers  of  death, 
And  all  the  sons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curst  design. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  power  and  love 
Has  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove ; 
Those  dreadful  sufferings  of  thy  Son 
Atoned  for  crimes  which  we  had  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honours  of  thy  law  restored ; 
His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  known, 
Anc  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  Oh  for  his  sake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live : 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turned  to  shame. 

Psalm  70.    L.  M. 

OTHOU,  whose  hand  the  kingdom  sways, 
Whom  earth,  and  hell,  and  heaven  obeys, 
To  help  thy  chosen  sons  appear, 
And  show  thy  power  and  glory  here ! 

2  While  stupid  mortals,  sunk  in  sleep, 
Slide  onward  to  the  fiery  deep, 

To  sense,  and  sin,  and  madness  given, 
Believe  no  hell,  and  wish  no  heaven ; 

3  While  fools  deride,  while  foes  oppress 
And  Zion  mourns  in  deep  distress; 

Her  friends  withdraw,  her  foes  grow  bold, 
Truth  fails,  and  love  is  waxen  cold ; 


PSALM  71.  113 

4  O  haste,  with  every  gift  inspired, 
With  glory,  truth,  and  grace  attired, 
Thou  Star  of  heaven's  eternal  morn ; 
Thou  Sun,  whom  beams  divine  adorn ! 

5  Assert  the  honour  of  thy  name ; 
Overwhelm  thy  foes  with  fear  and  shame ; 
Bid  them  beneath  thy  footstool  lie, 

Nor  let  their  souls  for  ever  die. 

6  Saints  shall  be  glad  before  thy  face, 
And  grow  in  love,  and  truth,  and  grace; 
Thy  church  shall  blossom  in  thy  sight, 
And  yield  her  fruits  of  pure  delight. 

7  O  hither,  then,  thy  footsteps  bend; 
Swift  as  a  roe,  from  hills  descend ; 
Mild  as  the  sabbath's  cheerful  ra\, 
Till  life  unfolds  eternal  day  ! 

Psalm  71.   first  part.   C.  M. 

1VTY  God,  my  everlasting  hope, 
-L"-l  I  live  upon  thy  truth ; 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  strengthened  all  my  youth. 

2  My  flesh  was  fashioned  by  thy  power, 

With  all  these  limbs  of  mine  ; 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  seen 

Repeated  every  year; 
Behold,  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  trust  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Cast  me  not  off  when  strength  declines, 

When  hoary  hairs  arise ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  shine, 
Whene'er  thy  servant  dies. 
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114  PSALM  71. 

5  Then  in  the  history  of  my  age, 
When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  every  page, 
In  every  line  thy  praise. 

Psalm  71 .    second  part.    C.  M. 

MY  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend, 
When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  ; 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road, 
And  march,  with  courage,  in  thy  strength, 
To  see  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

[>  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 
The  victories  of  my  King ; 
My  soul,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

3  My  tongue  shall  all  the  day  proclaim 
My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  shame, 
And  saved  me  by  his  blood. 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers  ; 
With  this  delightful  song 
I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 


PSALM  71.  115 

Psalm  71.    third  part.    C.  M. 

GOD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 
The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declared  thy  heavenly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wondrous  ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart? 
Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years, 
If  God,  my  strength,  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  power  and  truth  proclaim 

Before  the  rising  age, 
And  leave  a  savour  of  thy  name 
When  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 

4  The  land  of  silence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove ; 
Oh  may  these  poor  remains  of  hreath 
Teach  the  wide  w^rld  thy  love! 

5  Thy  righteousness  is  deep  and  high, 

Unsearchable  thy  deeds ; 
Thy  glory  spreads  beyond  the  sky, 
And  all  my  praise  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threatenings  roar, 

And  oft  endured  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  has  pressed  me  sore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  sovereign  power  to  save; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lie  buried  deep  in  dust, 

My  flesh  shall  be  thy  care ; 
These  withered  limbs  with  thee  1  trust, 
To  raise  them  strong  and  fair. 


116  PSALM  72. 

Psalm  72.    first  part.   L.  M. 

GREAT  God,  whose  universal  sway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  sceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heaven  submits  to  his  commands; 
His  justice  shall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  power  he  vindicates  the  just, 
And  treads  th'  oppressor  in  the  dust ; 
His  worship  and  his  fear  shall  last, 
Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  past. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  shall  he  send  his  influence  down; 
His  grace  on  fainting  souls  distils, 
Like  heavenly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light, 
And  deserts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

6  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days, 
Drest  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praise; 
Peace,  like  a  river  from  his  throne, 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

Psalm  72.   second  part.    L.  M. 

JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 
2  Behold  the  nations  with  their  kings; 
There  Europe  her  best  tribute  brings  ; 
From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet, 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 


PSALM  73.  117 

3  There  Persia,  glorious  to  behold, 
And  India  shines  in  eastern  gold ; 
While  western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 

4  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

5  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

6  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns, 
The  joyful  prisoner  bursts  his  chains; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

7  Where  he  displays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curse  are  known  no  more ; 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boast 

More  blessings  than  their  father  lost 

8  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

Psalm  73.    first  part.    C.  M. 

GOD,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 
My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet 
Through  life's  dark  wilderness ; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before*  thv  face. 


118  PSALM  73. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'T would  be  no  joy  to  me ; 
And  whilst  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint, 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  Behold !  the  sinners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  presence,  die ; 
Not  all  the  idol-gods  they  love 
Can  save  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ ; 
My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

Psalm  73.    second  part.    L.  M. 

LORD,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I, 
To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 
To  see  the  wicked  placed  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  shine. 

2  But  oh !  their  end,  their  dreadful  end ! 
Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so : 

On  slippery  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boast  how  tall  they  rise, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again, 

There  they  may  stand  with  haughty  eyes, 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endless  pain. 

4  Their  fancied  joys  how  fast  they  flee ! 
Like  dreams,  a3  fleeting  and  as  vain ; 
Their  songs  of  softest  harmony 

Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 


PSALM  73.  119 

5  Now  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine, 
Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

Psalm  73.   third  part.    S.  M. 

SURE  there 's  a  righteous  God, 
Nor  is  religion  vain; 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boast  aloud, 
And  men  of  grace  complain. 

2  I  saw  the  wicked  rise, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools  with  scornful  eyes, 
In  robes  of  honour  shine. 

3  Pampered  with  wanton  ease, 

Their  flesh  looks  full  and  fair, 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  seas, 
A.nd  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  pains 

That  pious  souls  endure, 
Through  all  their  life  oppression  reigns, 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  blaspheme 

The  everlasting  God : 
Their  malice  blasts  the  good  man's  name, 
And  spreads  their  lies  abroad. 

6  Then  I,  with  flowing  tears, 

Allowed  my  doubts  to  rise ; 
"  Is  there  a  God  that  sees  or  hears 
The  things  below  the  skies?" 

7  The  tumult  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  suspense, 
Till  to  thy  house  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  justice  thence. 


120  PSALM  73. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  power, 

Did  my  mistake  amend ; 
I  viewed  the  sinner's  life  before, 
But  here  I  learned  his  end. 

9  On  what  a  slippery  steep 

The  thoughtless  wretches  go! 
And  oh!  that  dreadful  fiery  deep 
That  waits  their  fall  below ! 

10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine ; 
I  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

Psalm  73.    fourth  part.    C.  M. 

NO,  I  shall  envy  them  no  more 
Who  grow  profanely  great, 
Though  they  increase  their  golden  store 
And  rise  to  wondrous  height. 

2  They  taste  of  all  the  joys  that  grow 

Upon  this  earthly  clod! 
Well  they  may  search  the  creature  through, 
For  they  have  ne'er  a  God. 

3  Shake  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too, 

And  think  your  life  your  own : 
But  death  comes  hastening  on  to  you, 
To  mow  your  glory  down. 

4  Yes,  you  must  bow  your  stately  head; 

Away  your  spirit  flies ; 
And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed, 
To  bear  it  to  the  skies. 

5  Go  now  and  boast  of  all  your  stores, 

And  tell  how  bright  they  shine; 
Your  heaps  of  glittering  dust  are  yours, 
And  my  Redeemer 's  mine. 


PSALM  74.  121 

Psalm  74.   first  part.    C.  M. 

WILL  God  for  ever  cast  us  off? 
His  wrath  for  ever  smoke 
Against  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chosen  flock  ? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  so  dearly  bought 

With  their  Redeemer's  blood; 
Nor  let  thv  Zion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  stood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  haste, 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls ; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  waste 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  prayed  and  sang, 

Thy  foes  profanely  rage; 
Amid  thy  gates  their  ensigns  hang, 
And  there  their  hosts  engage. 

5  How  are  the  seats  of  worship  broke  ? 

They  tear  the  buildings  down, 
And  he  that  deals  the  heaviest  stroke 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  destroy 

Thy  children  in  their  rest ; 
"  Come,  let  us  burn  at  once,  they  cry, 
The  temple  and  the  priest." 

7  And  still  to  heighten  our  distress, 

Thy  presence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  signs  of  power  and  grace, 
Thy  power  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet  speaks  to  calm  our  grief, 

But  all  in  silence  mourn ; 
Nor  know  the  times  of  our  relief, 
The  hour  of  thy  return. 

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122  PSALM  74. 

Psalm  74.    second  part.    C.  M. 

HOW  long,  eternal  God,  how  long 
Shall  men  of  pride  blaspheme  ? 
Shall  saints  be  made  their  endless  song, 
And  bear  immortal  shame  ? 

2  Canst  thou  for  ever  sit  and  hear 

Thine  holy  name  profaned  ? 
And  still  thy  jealousy  forbear, 
And  still  withhold  thine  hand  ? 

3  What  strange  deliverance  hast  thou  shown 

In  ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore. 

4  Thou  didst  divide  the  raging  sea 

By  thy  resistless  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wondrous  way, 
And  then  secure  their  flight. 

5  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darkness  and  the  day  ? 
Didst  thou  not  bid  the  morning  shine, 
And  mark  the  sun  his  way? 

6  Hath  not  thy  power  formed  every  coast, 

And  set  the  earth  its  bounds, 
WTith  summer's  heat  and  winter's  frost, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 

7  And  shall  the  sons  of  earth  and  dust 

That  sacred  power  blaspheme? 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  formed  them  first 
Avenge  thine  injured  name  ? 

8  Think  on  the  covenant  thou  hast  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love  ; 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
And  vex  the  trembling  dove. 


PSALM  75,  76.  123 

9  Our  foes  will  triumph  in  our  blood, 
And  make  our  hope  their  jest ; 
Plead  thine  own  cause,  almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  rest. 
Psalm  75.    L.  M. 
^THO  thee  most  high  and  holy  God, 
A    To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raise ; 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad, 

Thy  wondrous  works  demand  our  praise. 

2  To  bondage  doomed,  thy  chosen  sons 

Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rise; 
And  sore  oppressed  by  earthly  thrones, 
They  sought  the  Sovereign  of  the  skies. 

3  'Twas  then,  Great  God,  with  equal  power, 

Arose  thy  vengeance  and  thy  grace, 
To  scourge  their  legions  from  the  shore, 
And  save  the  remnant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  hand  that  formed  the  restless  main, 

And  reared  the  mountain's  awful  head, 
Bade  raging  seas  their  course  restrain, 
And  desert  wilds  receive  their  dead. 

5  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  winds  such  blessings  blow ; 
'Tis  God,  the  judge,  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  Let  haughty  sinners  sink  their  pride, 

Nor  lift  so  high  their  scornful  head  ; 
But  lay  their  impious  thoughts  aside, 
And  own  the  empire  God  hath  made. 

Psalm  76.   C.  M. 

IN  Judah,  God  of  old  was  known; 
His  name  in  Israel  great ; 
In  Salem  stood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Zion  was  his  seat. 


124  PSALM  76. 

2  Among  the  praises  of  his  saints, 

His  dwelling  there  he  chose ; 
There  he  received  their  just  complaints, 
Against  their  haughty  foes. 

3  From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 

And  broke  that  threatening  spear; 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  sword, 
And  crushed  th'  Assyrian  war. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  else, 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  Zion's  King  that  stopped  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  : 
The  men  of  might  sleep  fast  in  death, 
That  quells  their  warlike  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horse  and  chariot  fell : 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ? 
Thy  vengeance  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  power  can  stand  before  thy  sight, 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heaven  shines  round  with  dreadful 
light, 
The  earth  adores  and  fears. 

8  When  God,  in  his  own  sovereign  ways, 

Comes  down  to  save  th'  opprest, 
The  wrath  of  man  shall  work  his  praise, 
And  he'll  restrain  the  rest. 

9  Vows  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring, 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown : 
His  terrors  shake  the  proudest  king, 
And  smite  his  armies  down. 


PSALM  77.  125 

10  The  thunder  of  his  sharp  rebuke, 
Our  haughty  foes  shall  feel ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forsook, 
But  dwells  in  Zion  still. 

Psalm  77.    first  part.    C.  M. 

IX)  God  I  cried  with  mournful  voice, 
-    I  sought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  sad  hour  when  trouble  rose, 
And  filled  my  heart  with  fear. 

2  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 

My  soul  refused  relief; 
I  thought  on  God  the  just  and  wise, 
But  thoughts  increased  my  grief. 

3  Still  I  complained,  and  still  oppressed 

My  heart  began  to  break ; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  my  rest, 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 

4  My  overwhelming  sorrows  grew 

Till  I  could  speak  no  more ; 
Then  I  within  myself  withdrew, 
And  called  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  called  back  years  and  ancient  times 

When  I  beheld  thy  face; 
My  spirit  searched  for  secret  crimes, 
That  might  withhold  thy  grace. 

6  I  called  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 

Which  I  enjoyed  before ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  ? 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  for  ever  cast  me  off? 

His  promise  ever  fail? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  still  prevail  ? 
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126  PSALM  77. 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopeless  thought, 

This  dark,  despairing  frame, 
Remembering  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought ; 
Thy  hand  is  still  the  same. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonders  of  recovering  grace, 
When  flesh  could  hope  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwells  with  justice  on  the  throne; 

And  men  that  love  thy  word, 
Have  in  thy  sanctuary  known 
The  counsels  of  the  Lord. 

Psalm  77.    second  part.    C.  M. 

"  TTQW  awful  is  thy  chastening  rod !" 
JLj*-  (May  thy  own  children  say,) 

"  The  great,  the  wise,  the  dreadful  God ? 
How  holy  is  his  way !" 

2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old; 

The  King  that  reigns  above 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  trust  his  love. 

3  Long  did  the  house  of  Jacob  lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke  oppre^st: 
Long  he  delayed  to  hear  their  cry, 
Nor  gave  his  people  rest. 

4  Israel,  his  people  and  his  sheep, 

Must  follow  where  he  calls ; 
He  bids  them  venture  through  the  deep, 
And  makes  the  waves  their  walls. 

5  The  waters  saw  thee,  mighty  God  ! 

The  waters  saw  thee  come ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  stood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 


PSALM  78.  127 

Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  sea; 

Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  unknown  : 
Terrors  attend  the  wondrous  way, 

That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 
He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock  ; 

And  safe  by  Moses'  hand, 
Through  a  dry  desert  led  his  flock 

Home  to  the  promised  land. 

Psalm  78.    first  part.    C.  M. 

LET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
Which  God  performed  of  old ; 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 

And  which  our  fathers  told. 
He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, 

His  works  of  power  and  grace ; 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 

Through  every  rising  race. 
Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 

May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 
Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  securely  stands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 

But  practice  his  commands. 

Psalm  78.    second  part.    C.  M. 

OH  what  a  stiff  rebellious  house 
W^as  Jacob's  ancient  race ! 
False  to  their  own  most  solemn  vows, 

And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 
They  broke  the  covenant  of  his  love, 

And  did  his  laws  despise ; 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought,  to  prove 
His  power  before  their  eyes. 


128  PSALM  78. 

3  They  saw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light, 

From  his  avenging  hand ; 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  stubborn  land. 

4  They  saw  him  cleave  the  mighty  sea, 

And  marched  with  safety  through, 
With  watery  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
Till  they  had  'scaped  the  foe. 

5  A  wondrous  pillar  marked  the  road, 

Composed  of  shade  and  light ; 
By  day  it  proved  a  sheltering  cloud ; 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirst  supplied  ; 

The  gushing  waters  flowed, 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  side, 
Along  the  desert  road. 

7  Yet  they  provoked  the  Lord  most  high 

And  dared  distrust  his  hand ; 
"  Can  he  with  bread  our  host  supply, 
Amidst  this  barren  land  ?" 

8  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard, 

And  caused  his  wrath  to  flame; 
His  terrors  ever  stand  prepared 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

Psalm  78.    third  part.    L.  M. 

GREAT  God,  how  oft  did  Israel  prove 
By  turns  thine  anger  and  thy  love ! 
There  in  a  glass  our  hearts  may  see 
How  fickle  and  how  false  they  be. 

2  How  soon  the  faithless  Jews  forgot 
The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought ; 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  power,  nor  trust  his  grace. 


PSALM  79.  129 

The  Lord  consumed  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain; 
A  tedious  march  through  unknown  ways, 
Wore  out  their  strength,  and  spent  their  days. 

Oft  when  they  saw  their  brethren  slain, 
They  mourned,  and  sought  the  Lord  again; 
Called  him  the  rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer,  and  their  God. 

Their  prayers  and  vows  before  him  rise, 
As  flattering  words  or  solemn  lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
False  to  his  covenant  and  his  love. 

Yet  could  his  sovereign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  deserved  to  live ; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turned, 
Or  else  with  gentle  flame  it  burned. 

He  saw  their  flesh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  saw  temptations  still  prevail ; 
The  God  of  Abraham  loved  them  still, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

Psalm  79.    L.  M. 

BEHOLD,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes, 
Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade ; 
Thy  holy  temple  stands  defiled, 
In  dust  thy  sacred  walls  are  laid. 

Wide  o'er  the  valleys,  drenched  in  blood, 
Thy  people  fallen  in  death  remain ; 
The  fowls  of  heaven  their  flesh  devour, 
And  savage  beasts  divide  the  slain. 

Th'  insulting  foes,  with  impious  rage, 
Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face ; 
"  Where  is  your  God  of  boasted  power, 
And  where  the  promise  of  his  grace  ?" 


130  PSALM  80. 

4  Deep  from  the  prison's  horrid  glooms, 
Oh !  hear  the  mourning  captive  sigh, 
And  let  thy  sovereign  power  reprieve 
The  trembling  souls  condemned  to  die. 

5  Let  those  who  dared  insult  thy  reign, 
Return  dismayed  with  endless  shame, 
While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  despise 
Shall  from  thy  justice  learn  thy  name. 

6  So  shall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 
Eternal  songs  of  honour  raise, 

And  every  future  age  shall  tell 

Thy  sovereign  power  and  pardoning  grace. 

Psalm  80.    first  part.    L.  M. 
f*  REAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel, 
^J  Who  didst  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  lead  the  tribes,  thy  chosen  sheep, 
Safe  through  the  desert  and  the  deep: 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  desert  now  : 

Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  us  through; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
We  shall  be  saved  and  sigh  no  more. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
How  long  shall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  shall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  Instead  of  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  saints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 

We  shall  be  saved  and  sigh  no  more. 
Psalm  80.    second  part.    L.  M. 

LORD  thou  hast  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands ; 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heavenly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 


PSALM  80,  81.  131 

How  did  the  spreading  branches  shoot, 
And  bless  the  nations  with  the  fruit? 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  see 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree ! 

Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defaced? 
Why  hast  thou  laid  her  fences  waste  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  against  her  join, 
And  every  beast  devours  the  vine. 

Return,  almighty  God,  return ; 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
We  shall  be  saved  and  sigh  no  more. 
Psalm  80.    third  part.   L.  M. 

LORD,  when  thy  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  wast  its  strength  and  glory  too ; 
Attacked  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 
Till  the  fair  branch  of  promise  rose. 
Fair  branch,  ordained  of  old  to  shoot 
From  David's  stock,  from  Jacob's  root ; 
Himself  a  noble  vine,  and  we 
The  lesser  branches  of  the  tree. 
'Tis  thy  own  Son;  and  he  shall  stand, 
Girt  with  thy  strength,  at  thy  right  hand ; 
Thy  first-born  Son,  adorned  and  blest 
With  power  and  grace  above  the  rest. 
Oh !  for  his  sake  attend  our  cry, 
Shine  on  thy  churches  lest  they  die : 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
We  shall  be  saved,  and  sigh  no  more. 
Psalm  81.    S.  M. 

SING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise; 
God  is  our  strength,  our  Saviour  God ; 
Let  Israel  hear  his  voice. 


132  PSALM  82. 

2  "  From  idols  false  and  vain, 

Preserve  my  rites  divine ; 
I  am  the  Lord,  who  broke  thy  chain 
Of  bondage  and  of  sin. 

3  "  Stretch  thy  desires  abroad, 

And  I'll  supply  them  well ; 
But  if  ye  will  refuse  your  God, 
If  Israel  will  rebel ; 

4  "  I'll  leave  them  (saith  the  Lord) 

To  their  own  lusts  a  prey, 
And  let  them  run  the  dangerous  road, 
'Tis  their  own  chosen  way. 

5  "  Yet  oh !  that  all  my  saints 

Would  hearken  to  my  voice ! 
Soon  I  would  ease  their  sore  complaints, 
And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  u  While  I  destroy  their  foes, 

I'll  richly  feed  my  flock, 
And  they  shall  taste  the  stream  that  flow 
From  their  eternal  Rock." 
Psalm  82.    L.  M. 

AMONG  the  assemblies  of  the  great, 
A  greater  ruler  takes  his  seat ; 
The  God  of  heaven,  as  Judge,  surveys 
Those  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye  frame  oppressive  laws  ? 
Or  why  support  the  unrighteous  cause? 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  foes  may  vex  the  saints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go; 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

For  they  shall  fall  and  die  like  men. 


PSALM  83.  133 

4  Arise,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
Possess  his  universal  throne, 
And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

Psalm  83.    S.  M. 
A  ND  will  the  God  of  grace 
-f-*-  Perpetual  silence  keep  ? 
The  God  of  Justice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance  sleep  ? 

2  Behold  what  cruel  snares 

The  men  of  mischief  spreads 
The  men  that  hate  thy  saints  and  thee, 
Lift  up  their  threatening  head. 

3  Against  thy  hidden  ones, 

Their  counsels  they  employ ; 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Pursues  them  to  destroy. 

4  "  Come,  let  us  join  (they  cry) 

To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
Till  not  the  name  of  saints  remain, 
Nor  memory  shall  be  found." 

5  Awake,  almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  power  to  mind; 
Make  them  to  bow  before  thy  will, 
And  let  them  pardon  find. 

6  Convince  their  madness,  Lord, 

And  make  them  seek  thy  name; 
Or  else  their  impious  rage  confound, 
And  turn  their  pride  to  shame. 

7  Then  shall  the  nations  know 

Thy  glorious,  dreadful  word; 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  sovereign  Lord. 

M 


134  PSALM  84. 

Psalm  84.    first  part.    L.  M. 

HOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are ; 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode ; 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God !  my  King !  why  should  I  be, 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee ! 

3  The  sparrow  chooses  where  to  rest, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  nest  ; 
But  will  my  God  to  sparrows  grant 
That  pleasure  which  his  children  want ! 

4  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  sky ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

5  Blest  are  the  saints  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 

6  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate ; 

God  is  their  strength ;  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

Psalm  84.    second  part.    L.  M. 
f^  REAT  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings 
^J  The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 


PSALM  84.  135 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day  ; 
God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too: 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  hosts  of  heaven  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee ; 

Blest  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  thee. 

PSALM  84.    third  part.   C.  M. 

MY  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  thy  God  resorts  ! 
'Tis  heaven  to  see  his  smiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  monarch  of  the  skies 

His  saving  power  displays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quickening  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heavenly  Dove 

Descends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Christ  reveals  his  wondrous  love, 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  secrets  of  thy  will ; 
And  still  we  seek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  sing  thy  praises  still. 


136  PSALM  84. 

5  My  heart  and  flesh  cry  out  for  thee, 

While  far  from  thine  abode ; 
When  shall  I  tread  thy  courts  and  see 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

6  The  sparrow  builds  herself  a  nest, 

And  suffers  no  remove ; 
Oh  make  me,  like  the  sparrows,  blest, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

7  To  sit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employed  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait, 

While  Jesus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  state 
Or  dwell  in  tents  of  sin. 

9  Could  I  command  the  spacious  land, 

And  the  more  boundless  sea, 
For  one  blest  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 

Psalm  84.    fourth  part.    P.  M. 

LORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are ; 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  aspires,  with  warm  desires, 
To  see  my  God. 
2  The  sparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest, 
And  wandering  swallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  rest ; 
My  spirit  faints 
With  equal  zeal,  to  rise  and  dwell 
Among  thy  saints. 


PSALM  84.  137 

O  happy  souls  that  pray, 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 

0  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  thee  still ; 
And  happy  they,  that  love  the  way 

To  Zion's  hill. 
They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears ; 
O  glorious  seat, 
When  God  our  King  shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet ! 

To  spend  one  sacred  day 

Where  God  and  saints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thousand  days  beside ; 
Where  God  resorts, 

1  love  it  more  to  keep  the  door, 

Than  shine  in  courts. 
God  is  our  sun  and  shield, 

Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 

With  gifts  his  hands  are  filled  ; 

We  draw  our  blessings  thence ; 

He  shall  bestow 

On  Jacob's  race  peculiar  grace 

And  glory  too. 
The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 

His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  those  his  heart  approves; 
From  pure  and  pious  souls  : 
Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hosts,  whose  spirit  trusts 
Alone  in  thee. 
H  2 


138  PSALM  85. 

Psalm  85.    first  part.    L.  M. 

LORD,  thou  hast  called  thy  grace  to  mind, 
Thou  hast  reversed  our  heavy  doom: 
So  God  forgave  when  Israel  sinned, 
And  brought  his  wandering  captives  home. 

2  Thou  hast  begun  to  set  us  free, 
And  made  thy  fiercest  wrath  abate : 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turned  to  thee,    .. 
And  our  salvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And  let  thy  saints  in  thee  rejoice ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word, 
We  wait  for  praise  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  say ; 
He'll  speak,  and  give  his  people  peace : 
But  let  them  run  no  more  astray, 
Lest  his  returning  wrath  increase. 

Psalm  85.    second  part.    L.  M. 
Q  ALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 
^  The  souls  that  fear  and  trust  the  Lord: 
And  grace  descending  from  on  high 
Fresh  hopes  of  glory  shall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since   Christ   the   Lord   came  down  from 

heaven ; 
By  his  obedience,  so  complete, 
Justice  is  pleased,  and  peace  is  given. 

3  Now  truth  and  honour  shall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 

And  heavenly  influence  bless  the  ground, 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  righteousness  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  access  to  God ; 


PSALM  86,  87.  139 

Our  wandering  feet  shall  stray  no  more, 
But  mark  his  steps  and  keep  the  road. 
Psalm  86.    C.  M. 

AMONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
There's  none  hath  power  divine: 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 

Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 
The  nations  thou  hast  made  shall  bring 

Their  offerings  round  thy  throne ; 
For  thou  alone  dost  wondrous  things, 

For  thou  art  God  alone. 
Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet; 

Teach  me  thy  heavenly  ways, 
And  all  my  wandering  thoughts  unite 

In  God  my  Father's  praise. 
Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  those  sweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  sinking  soul 

Rose  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

Psalm  87.    L.  M. 
|^<  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
^-*    Foundation  for  his  heavenly  praise ; 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 
His  mercy  visits  every  house 
That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 
What  glories  were  described  of  old  ! 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  ! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 
Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 
Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  beoin  their  lives  anew: 


140  PSALM  88. 

Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 
5  When  God  makes  up  his  last  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 
As  one  new-born  and  nourished  there. 

Psalm  88.   first  part.   S.  M. 

STRETCHED  on  the  bed  of  grief, 
In  silence  long  I  lay ; 
For  sore  disease  and  wasting  pain 
Had  worn  my  strength  away. 

2  How  mourned  my  sinking  soul, 

The  sabbath's  hours  divine, 
The  day  of  grace,  that  precious  day, 
Consumed  in  sense  and  sin. 

3  The  work,  the  mighty  work 

Of  life,  so  long  delayed; 
Repentance,  yet  to  be  begun, 
Upon  a  dying  bed  ! 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  I  prayed, 

And  raised  a  bitter  cry  ; 
"  Hear  me,  O  God,  and  save  my  soul, 
Lest  I  for  ever  die." 

5  He  heard  my  humble  cry  ; 

He  saved  my  soul  from  death : 
To  him  I'll  give  my  heart  and  hands, 
And  consecrate  my  breath. 

6  Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  'tis  called  to-day; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

Psalm  88.    second  part.    L.  M. 
Q  HALL  man,  O  God  of  light,  and  life. 
^  for  ever  moulder  in  the  grave  ? 


PSALM  88.  141 

Canst  thou  forget  thy  glorious  work, 
Thy  promise,  and  thy  power  to  save  ? 

2  Shall  spring  the  faded  world  revive  ? 
Shali  waning  moons  their  light  return  ? 
Again  shall  setting  suns  ascend, 

And  the  lost  day  anew  be  born? 

3  Shall  life  revisit  dying  worms, 

And  spread  the  joyful  insect's  wing  ? 
And  oh,  shall  man  awake  no  more, 
To  see  thy  face,  thy  name  to  sing  ? 

4  Cease,  cease,  ye  vain  desponding  fears  ; 
When  Christ,  our  Lord,  from  darkness  sprung 
Death,  the  last  foe,  was  captive  led, 

And  heaven  with  praise  and  wonder  rung. 

5  Him,  the  fust  fruits,  his  chosen  sons 
Shall  follow  from  the  vanquished  grave ; 
He  mounts  his  throne,  the  King  of  kings, 
His  church  to  quicken,  and  to  save. 

6  Faith  sees  the  bright,  eternal  doors 
Unfold,  to  make  his  children  way ; 
They  shall  be  clothed  with  endless  life, 
And  shine  in  everlasting  day. 

7  The  trump  shall  sound  ;  the  dust  awake  ; 
From  the  cold  tomb  the  slumberers  spring ; 
Through  heaven  with  joy  their  myriads  rise 
And  hail  their  Saviour,  and  their  King. 

Psalm  88.   third  part.    L.  M. 

WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given; 
But  soon,  ah  soon !  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 
How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound  ! 


142  PSALM  89. 

"  Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  he's  found. 

3  "  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing , 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 

And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save. 

4  "In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 
No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies." 

5  No  wonders  to  the  dead  are  shown, 
(The  wonders  of  redeeming  love ;) 

No  voice  his  glorious  truth  makes  known. 
Nor  sings  the  bliss  of  climes  above. 

6  Silence,  and  solitude,  and  gloom, 
In  these  forgetful  realms  appear, 
Deep  sorrows  fill  the  dismal  tomb, 
And  hope  shall  never  enter  there. 

Psalm  89.    first  part.    L.  M. 

FOR  ever  shall  my  song  record 
The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord ; 
Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  stand, 
Like  heaven,  established  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  sware  and  said, 

"  With  thee  my  covenant  first  is  made; 
In  thee  shall  dying  sinners  live ; 
Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Priest ; 
Thy  children  shall  be  ever  blest ; 
Thou  art  my  chosen  King,  thy  throne 
Shall  stand  eternal  like  my  own. 

4  "  There  's  none  of  all  my  sons  above, 
So  much  my  image  or  my  love; 


PSALM  89.  143 

Celestial  powers  thy  subjects  are, 
Then  ~vhat  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 
"David,  my  servant,  whom  I  chose 
To  guard  my  flock,  to  crush  my  foes, 
And  raised  him  to  the  Jewish  throne, 
Was  but  a  shadow  of  my  Son." 
Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  sing 
Jesus  her  Saviour  and  her  King: 
Angels  his  heavenly  wonders  show, 
And  saints  declare  his  works  below. 
Psalm  89.    second  part.    C.  M. 

MY  never-ceasing  song  shall  show 
The  mercies  of  the  Lord ; 
And  make  succeeding  ages  know 

How  faithful  is  his  word. 
The  sacred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 

Shall  firm  as  heaven  endure ; 
And  if  he  speaks  a  promise  once, 

Th'  eternal  grace  is  sure. 
How  long  the  race  of  David  held 

The  promised  Jewish  throne ! 
But  there 's  a  nobler  covenant  sealed 

To  David's  greater  Son. 
His  seed  for  ever  shall  possess 

A  throne  above  the  skies ; 
The  meanest  subject  of  his  grace 

Shall  to  that  glory  rise. 
Lord  God  of  hosts,  thy  wondrous  ways 

Are  sung  by  saints  above : 
And  saints  on  earth  their  honours  raise, 

To  thy  unchanging  love. 

Psalm  89.    third  part.    C.  M. 

WITH  reverence  let  the  saints  appear, 
And  bow  before  the  Lord ; 


144  PSALM  89. 

His  high  commands  devoutly  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  rise ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  shine ! 
Where  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies, 
Or  truth  compared  with  thine ! 

3  The  northern  pole  and  southern  rest 

On  thy  supporting  hand ; 
Darkness  and  day,  from  east  to  west, 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  control, 

And  rule  the  boisterous  deep ; 
Thou  makst  the  sleeping  billows  loll, 
The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  sea  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
They  saw  thine  arm  in  vengeance  shine, 
When  Egypt  durst  rebel. 

6  Justice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace  ! 
While  truth  and  mercy  joined  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

Psalm  89.    fourth  part.    C.  M. 

BLEST  are  the  souls  who  hear  and  know 
The  gospel's  joyful  sound ! 
Peace  shall  attend  the  path  they  go, 
And  light  their  steps  surround. 

2  Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope, 
And  fills  their  foes  with  shame. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

Strength  and  salvation  gives ; 


PSALM  69.  145 

Israel,  thy  king  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 

Psalm  89.    fifth  part.    C.  M. 

HEAR  what  the  Lord  in  vision  said, 
And  made  his  mercies  known  ; 
"  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
On  my  almighty  Son. 

"High  shall  he  reign  on  David's  throne, 

My  people's  better  King : 
My  arm  shall  beat  his  rivals  down, 

And  still  new  subjects  bring. 
u  My  truth  shall  guard  him  in  his  way, 

With  mercy  by  his  side ; 
While  in  my  name,  o'er  earth  and  sea, 

He  shall  in  triumph  ride. 
"  Me,  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 

He  shall  for  ever  own, 
Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 

And  I'll  support  my  Son. 
u  My  first-born  Son,  arrayed  in  grace, 

At  my  right  hand  shall  sit ; 
Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 

And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 
"  My  covenant  stands  for  ever  fast, 

My  promises  are  strong ; 
Firm  as  the  heavens  his  throne  shall  last, 

His  seed  endure  as  long." 

Psalm  89.    sixth  part.   C.  M. 

"  "|^ET,"  saith  the  Lord,  "  if  David's  race. 

-*-    The  children  of  my  Son, 
Should  break  my  laws,  abuse  my  grace, 

And  tempt  mine  anger  down; 
"  Their  sins  I'll  visit  with  the  rod, 

And  make  their  follies  smart ; 

N 


146  PSALM  89. 

But  I'll  not  cease  to  be  their  God, 
Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  "  My  covenant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

But  keep  my  grace  in  mind ; 
And  what  eternal  love  hath  spoke, 
Eternal  truth  shall  bind. 

4  "  Once  have  I  sworn  (I  need  no  more) 

And  pledged  my  holiness, 
To  seal  the  sacred  promise  sure 
To  David  and  his  race. 

5  "  The  sun  shall  see  his  offspring  rise 

And  spread  from  sea  to  sea, 
Long  as  he  travels  round  the  skies 
To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  "  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night 

His  kingdom  shall  endure, 
Till  the  fixed  laws  of  shade  and  light 
Shall  be  observed  no  more." 

Psalm  89.    seventh  part.    L.  M. 

REMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
How  frail  our  life,  how  short  its  date ! 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath, 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death  ? 

2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flesh  and  strength  repine  and  cry, 
"  Must  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  ? 
Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  "  Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just  ? 
Are  not  thy  servants  turned  to  dust  ?" 
But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs, 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 


PSALM  89,  90.  147 

And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word : 
Awake,  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord. 
Psalm  89.    eighth  part.   P.  M. 

THINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 
How  few  his  hours,  how  short  his  span ! 

Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave ; 
Who  can  secure  his  vital  breath, 
Against  the  bold  demands  of  death, 

With  skill  to  fly,  or  power  to  save  ? 
Lord,  shall  it  be  for  ever  said, 
"  The  race  of  men  was  only  made 

For  sickness,  sorrow,  and  the  dust  ?" 
Are  not  thy  servants,  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turned  to  clay  ? 

Lord,  where  's  thy  kindness  to  the  just  ? 

Hast  thou  not  promised  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  seed  a  heavenly  crown  ? 

But  flesh  and  sense  indulge  despair: 
For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a  resurrection  there. 

For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  saints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach,  and  pain ; 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 

And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amen. 

Psalm  90.    first  part.    L.  M. 

THROUGH  every  age,  eternal  God, 
Thou  art  our  rest,  our  safe  abode; 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heaven  was  made, 
Or  earth,  thy  humble  footstool,  laid. 
Long  had st  thou  reigned  ere  time  began, 
Or  dust  was  fashioned  into  man ; 


148  PSALM  90. 

And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure, 
When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity : 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  was  just, 
"  Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust.*' 

4  A  thousand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account ; 
Like  yesterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  last  watch  of  ending  night. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away ;  our  life  's  a  dream : 
An  empty  tale,  a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  withered  in  an  hour. 

6  Our  age  to  seventy  years  is  set ; 

How  short  the  time  !  how  frail  the  state ! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  sigh  and  groan,  than  live. 

7  But,  oh  !  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread! 
We  fear  the  power  that  strikes  us  dead. 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  span, 
Till  thine  own  grace,  so  rich,  so  free, 
Fit  us  to  die  and  dwell  with  thee. 

Psalm  90.    second  part.    C.  M. 
|UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 

And  our  eternal  home. 
Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
Or  earth  received  her  frame, 


PSALM  90.  149 

From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust, 

"  Return,  ye  sons  of  men ;" 
All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

4  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  dawn. 

5  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 

They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

6  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

Psalm  90.    third  part.    C.  M. 

LORD,  if  thine  eyes  survey  our  faults, 
And  justice  grows  severe, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dust ; 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  sons,  have  lost 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amusement,  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  song ; 
By  swift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whose  days  amount 

To  threescore  years  and  ten ; 
n2 


150  PSALM  90. 

And  all  beyond  that  short  account, 
Is  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

5  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone ; 
Oh  let  our  sweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

6  Our  souls  would  learn  the  heavenly  art 

T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  act  the  wiser  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

Psalm  90.    fourth  part.    C.  M. 

RETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return; 
Earth  is  a  tiresome  place  : 
How  long  shall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  absence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heaven  succeed  our  painful  years, 

Let  sin  and  sorrow  cease; 

And  in  proportion  to  our  tears, 

So  make  our  joys  increase. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  servants  show, 

Make  thy  own  work  complete ; 
Then  sha]l  our  souls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 
i  Then  shall  we  shine  before  thy  throne 
In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord ; 
And  the  poor  service  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 

Psalm  90.    fifth  part.    S.  M. 

LORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
Is  this  our  mortal  frame ! 
Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name! 
2  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  first! 


PSALiM  91.  151 

And  every  month,  and  every  day, 
'Tis  mouldering  back  to  dust. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  powers  decay; 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away. 

4  Yet,  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight, 
We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  sooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempestuous  sea  ; 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

PsALH  91.     FIRST  PART.     L.  M. 

E  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
Shall  find  a  most  secure  abode ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  shade, 
And  there  at  night  shall  rest  his  head. 

Then  will  I  say,  "  My  God,  thy  power 
Shall  be  my  fortress  and  my  tower ; 
I  that  am  formed  of  feeble  dust 
Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trust." 
Thrice  happy  man !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  snare ; 
From  Satan's  wiles,  who  still  betrays 
Unguarded  souls,  a  thousand  ways. 
Just  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood, 
From  birds  of  prey  that  seek  their  blood, 
The  Lord  his  faithful  saints  shall  guard, 
And  endless  life  be  their  reward. 
If  burning  beams  of  noon  conspire 
To  dart  a  pestilential  fire ; 


152  PSALM  91. 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  spread, 
To  shield  them  with  a  healthful  shade. 

6  If  vapours,  with  malignant  breath, 
Rise  thick,  and  scatter  midnight  death, 
Israel  is  safe:  the  poisoned  air 
Grows  pure,  if  Israel's  God  be  there. 

7  What  though  a  thousand  at  thy  side, 
Around  thy  path  ten  thousand  died, 
Thy  God  his  chosen  people  saves 
Amongst  the  dead,  amidst  the  graves. 

8  The  sword,  the  pestilence,  or  fire 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  best  desire ; 
From  sins  and  sorrows  set  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

Psalm  91.    second  part.    C.  M. 
"VE  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
-■-   Exposed  to  every  snare, 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling-place, 
And  try  and  trust  his  care. 

2  No  ill  shall  enter  where  you  dwell ; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  sweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell 
'Twill  raise  the  saints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  their  ways ; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  sleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hand  shall  bear  you  lest  you  fall 

And  dash  against  the  stones ; 
Are  they  not  servants  at  his  call, 
And  sent  to  guard  his  sons? 

5  Adders  and  lions  you  shall  tread, 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat; 


PSALM  92.  153 

He  that  hath  bruised  the  serpent's  head, 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "  Because  on  me  they  set  their  love, 

I'll  save  them,"  saith  the  Lord  ; 
"  I'll  bear  their  joyful  souls  above 
Destruction  and  the  sword. 

7  "My  grace  shall  answer  when  they  call, 

In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh : 
My  power  shall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
And  raise  them  when  they  die. 

8  "  Those  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 

I'll  honour  them  in  heaven  ; 
There  my  salvation  shall  be  shown, 
And  endless  life  be  given." 

Psalm  92.    first  part.    L.  M. 

SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest  ; 

No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast; 
Oh  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works  and  bless  his  word; 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they  shine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels !  how  divine! 

4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die : 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
Blast  them  in  everlasting  death. 

5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 


154  PSALM  92,  93. 

And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  worst  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more ; 
My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM  92.    second  part.   L.  M. 

LORD,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 
In  gardens  planted  by  thy  hand; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  seen, 
Like  a  young  cedar,  fresh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  with  thine  influence  from  above; 
Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 
Yields  such  a  comely  sight  as  these. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  shall  ever  live ; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  must  thrive;) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  else  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourish  strong  and  fair 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age,  they  show 
The  Lord  is  holy,  just  and  true ; 
None  that  attend  his  gates  shall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

Psalm  93.    first  part.    L.  M. 

JEHOVAH  reigns;  he  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majesty  and  might: 
The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  first  foundation  stands. 
2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 


PSALM  93.  155 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Thyself  the  ever-living  God. 

Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies ; 
Vain  floods  that  aim  their  rage  so  high ' 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

For  ever  shall  thy  throne  endure ; 
Thy  promise  stands  for  ever  sure ; 
And  everlasting  holiness, 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

Psalm  93.    second  part.    P.  M. 

THE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on 
high; 
His  robes  of  state  are  strength  and  majesty: 
This  wide  creation  rose  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word,  established  by  his  hand; 
Long  stood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 

God  is  th'  eternal  King ;  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raise  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  ; 
In  vain  the  storms,  in  vain  the  floods  arise, 
And  roar,  and  toss  their  waves  against  the 

skies ; 
Foaming  at  heaven  they  rage  with  wild  com- 
motion, 
But  heaven's  high  arches  scorn  the  swelling 
ocean. 

Ye  tempests,  rage  no  more;  ye  floods,  be  still; 
And  thou,  mad  world,  submissive  to  his  will : 
Built  on  his  truth  his  church  must  ever  stand : 
Firm  are  his  promises  and  strong  his  hand ; 
See  his  own  sons,  when  they  appear  before 

him, 
Bow  at  his  footstool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 


156  PSALM  93,  94. 

Psalm  93.   third  part.    P.  JVI. 


T 


HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 


And  royal  state  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crowned ; 

Arrayed  in  robes  of  light, 

Begirt  with  sovereign  might, 
And  rays  of  majesty  around. 

Upheld  by  thy  commands, 

The  world  securely  stands, 
And  skies  and  stars  obey  thy  word; 

Thy  throne  was  fixed  on  high 

Ere  stars  adorned  the  sky: 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

In  vain  the  noisy  crowd, 

Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
Against  thine  empire  rage  and  roar ; 

In  vain  with  angry  spite 

The  surly  nations  fight, 
And  dash  like  waves  against  the  shore. 

Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 

And  all  their  power  engage ; 
Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky ; 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madness  down  ; 
Thy  throne  for  ever  stands  on  high. 

Thy  promises  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 
There  fixed,  thy  church  shall  ne'er  remove 

Thy  saints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  sing  thine  everlasting  love. 

Psalm  94.  first  part.  C.  M. 
GOD !  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud ; 


PSALM  94.  157 

Let  sovereign  power  redress  our  wrongs, 
Let  justice  smite  the  proud. 

They  say,  "The  Lord  nor  sees  nor  hears;" 

When  will  the  vain  be  wise  ? 
Can  He  be  deaf,  who  formed  their  ears  ? 

Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes? 

He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  shall  feel  his  power ; 
His  wrath  shall  pierce  their  souls  with  pain 

In  some  surprising  hour. 

But  if  thy  saints  deserve  rebuke, 

Thou  hast  a  gentler  rod ; 
Thy  providence,  thy  sacred  book 

Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

Blest  is  the  man  thy  hands  chastise, 

And  to  his  duty  draw ; 
Thy  scourges  make  thy  children  wise 

When  they  forget  thy  law. 

But  God  will  ne'er  cast  off  his  saints, 

Nor  his  own  promise  break ; 
He  pardons  his  inheritance, 

For  their  Redeemer's  sake. 

Psalm  94.    second  part.    C.  M. 
"\TJTHO  will  arise  and  plead  my  right 

^  ▼     Against  my  numerous  foes  ? 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

And  all  my  hopes  oppose. 
Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Sustained  my  fainting  head, 
My  life  had  now  in  silence  dwelt, 
My  soul  among  the  dead. 

"  Alas  !  my  sliding  feet !"  I  cried ; 
Thy  promise  bore  me  up ; 
o 


158  PSALM  95. 

Thy  grace  stood  constant  by  my  side, 
,  And  raised  my  sinking  hope. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bosom  roll, 
Thy  boundless  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  soul. 

5  Powers  of  iniquity  may  rise, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws ; 
But  God  my  refuge  rules  the  skies, 
He  will  defend  my  cause. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud 

Let  bold  blasphemers  scoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  shall  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  sinners  off. 

Psalm  95.    first  part.    C.  M. 

SING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
And  in  his  strength  rejoice ; 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honour  sing ; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  seem, 
Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compared  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  spacious  hand ; 
He  fixed  the  seas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  must  stand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore, 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face ; 


PSALM  95.  159 

Oh  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 

Be  children  of  his  grace ! 
Now  is  the  time  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  request ; 
Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath,  and  swear, 

"  Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest." 

Psalm  95.    second  part.    S.  M. 

COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 

The  universal  King. 
He  formed  the  deeps  unknown ; 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 

And  all  the  solid  ground. 
Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own ; 

He  formed  us  by  his  word. 
To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 

And  own  your  gracious  God. 
But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  stubborn  Jews, 

That  unbelieving  race : 

The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drest, 

Will  lift  his  hand  and  swear, 
"  You  that  despise  my  promised  rest, 

Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

Psalm  95.    third  part.    L.  M. 

COME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  solemn  praise : 


160  PSALM  96. 

God  is  a  sovereign  King ;  rehearse 
His  honour  in  exalted  verse. 

2  Come,  let  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 
Who  framed  our  nature  with  his  word : 
He  is  our  shepherd;  we  the  sheep 

His  mercy  chose,  his  pastures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counsels  of  his  love  obey, 
Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  sins  and  plagues  that  Israel  knew : 

4  Israel,  that  saw  his  works  of  grace, 
Tempted  their  Maker  to  his  face; 
A  faithless,  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tired  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  saith  the  Lord,  "How  false  they  prove! 
Forget  my  power,  abuse  my  love ; 

Since  they  despise  my  rest,  I  swear 
Their  feet  shall  never  enter  there." 

6  Look  back,  my  soul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  those  ancient  rebels  dead ; 
Attend  the  offered  grace  to-day, 
Nor  lose  the  blessings  by  delay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  promise  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates; 
Believe,  and  take  the  promised  rest ; 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  blest. 

Psalm  96.   first  part.    C.  M. 

SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  ; 
His  new  discovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 
2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 


PSALM  96.  161 

His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen ; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  skies, 

His  glorious  train  display; 
Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  valleys  rise, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  as  their  God ; 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  send  his  truth  abroad. 

6  His  voice  shall  raise  the  slumbering  dead, 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near ; 
But  how  will  guilty  nations  dread, 
To  see  their  Judge  appear ! 

Psalm  96.    second  part.    P.  M. 

LET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise, 
To  sing  the  choicest  psalm  of  praise, 
To  sing  and  bless  Jehovah's  name: 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  show, 
And  all  his  saving  works  proclaim 

2  The  heathen  know  thy  glory,  Lord, 
The  wondering  nations  read  thy  word ; 

But  here  Jehovah's  name  is  known : 
Nor  shall  our  worship  e'er  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made ; 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  framed  the  globe,  he  built  the  sky, 
He  made  the  shining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there ; 
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162  PSALM  97. 

His  beams  are  majesty  and  light ; 

His  beauties  how  divinely  bright! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair ! 

4  Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  power, 

And  barbarous  nations  fear  his  name 
Then  shall  the  race  of  men  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

Psalm  97.    first  part.    L.  M. 


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Praise  him  in  evangelic  strains 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice, 
And  distant  islands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counsels  and  unknown ; 
But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne  : 
Though  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo!  he  comes, 

Shakes  the  wide  earth  and  cleaves  the  tombs, 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 

Fly  from  the  sight  and  shun  the  day ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 

Psalm  97.    second  part    L.  M. 

THE  Lord  is  come;  the  heavens  proclaim 
His  birth;  the  nations  learn  his  name; 
An  unknown  star  directs  the  road 
Of  eastern  sages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies, 
Go,  worship  where  the  Saviour  lies : 


PSALM  97.  163 

Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Those  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worshippers  confound  ; 

But  Zion  shall  his  glories  sing, 

And  earth  confess  her  sovereign  King. 

Psalm  97.    third  part.    L.  M. 

TH'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high 
O'^r  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  sky ; 
Though  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-seat. 

Oh  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  every  work  of  sin  and  shame ; 
He  guards  the  souls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  snares  of  hell  defends. 

Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  saints  in  darkness  sown, 
Those  glorious  seeds  shall  spring  and  rise, 
And  the  bright  harvest  bless  our  eyes. 

Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  sacred  honours  of  the  Lord; 
None  but  the  soul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holiness. 

Psalm  97.    fourth  part.   C.  M. 

LET  earth,  with  every  isle  and  sea, 
Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  : 
His  word,  like  fire,  prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

His  presence  sinks  the  proudest  hills, 

And  makes  the  valleys  rise ; 
The  humble  soul  enjoys  his  smiles, 

The  haughty  sinner  dies. 


164  PSALM  98. 

3  The  heavens  his  rightful  power  proclaim ; 

The  idol  gods  around 
Fill  their  own  worshippers  with  shame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  known ; 
Thus  shall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  shall  tremble  at  his  sight, 

And  hills  and  seas  retire: 
His  children  take  their  upward  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 

6  The  seeds  of  joy  and  glory  sown 

For  saints  in  darkness  here, 
Shall  rise  and  spring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harvest  bear. 

Psalm  98.    first  part.    C.  M. 

TO  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 
New  honours  be  addressed  ; 
His  great  salvation  shines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blest. 

2  To  Abraham  first  he  spoke  the  word, 

And  taught  his  numerous  race; 
The  Gentiles  own  him  sovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  to  trust  his  grace. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 

With  all  her  different  tongues ; 
And  spread  the  honour  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  songs. 

Psalm  98.    second  part.    C.  M. 

JOY  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come, 
Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 


PSALM  99.  165 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground: 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow, 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

Psalm  99.    first  part.    S.  M. 

THE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
Let  all  the  nations  fear ; 
Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  saints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord ; 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  stands  his  throne, 

His  honours  are  divine  ; 
His  church  shall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  his  glories  shine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name ! 

How  terrible  his  praise ! 
Justice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

PSALM  99.    second  part.   S.  M 

EXALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  worship  at  his  feet ; 
His  nature  is  all  holiness, 
And  mercy  is  his  seat. 


166  PSALM  100. 

2  When  Israel  was  his  church, 

When  Aaron  was  his  priest, 
When  Moses  cried,  when  Samuel  prayed, 
He  gave  his  people  rest. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  sins, 

Nor  would  destroy  their  race ; 
And  oft  he  made  his  justice  known, 
When  they  abused  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whose  grace  is  still  the  same; 
Still  he  's  a  God  of  holiness, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

Psalm  100.    first  part.    L.  M. 

TE  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 
Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King ; 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God;  'tis  he  alone 
Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own ; 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 
With  praises  to  his  courts  repair ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honours  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

Psalm  100.  second  part.   L,  M. 

BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
.  Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy : 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 


PSALM  101.  167 

His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men ; 
And  when,  like  wandering  sheep,  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame : 
What  lasting  honours  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name ! 

We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise : 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

Psalm  101.    first  part.    L.  M. 

MERCY  and  judgment  are  my  song; 
And  since  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  songs  and  vows  I  bring. 

If  I  am  raised  to  bear  the  sword, 
I'll  take  my  counsel  from  thy  word ; 
Thy  justice  and  thy  heavenly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

Let  wisdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  reside : 
No  wicked  thing  shall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealousy. 

No  sons  of  slander,  rage,  and  strife, 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life: 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride, 
Within  my  doors  shall  ne'er  abide. 


168  PSALM  101,  102. 

5  I'll  search  the  land,  and  raise  the  just 
To  posts  of  honour,  wealth,  and  trust 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will, 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  favorites  still. 

6  In  vain  shall  sinners  hope  to  rise 
By  flattering  or  malicious  lies ; 
Nor,  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  spared. 

Psalm  101.    second  part.    C.  M. 

OF  justice  and  of  grace  I  sing, 
And  pay  my  God  my  vows: 
Thy  grace  and  justice,  heavenly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  house. 

2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 

And  make  thy  servant  wise ; 
I'll  suffer  nothing  near  me  there 
That  shall  offend  thine  eyes. 

3  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong, 

By  falsehood  or  by  force, 
The  scornful  eye,  the  slanderous  tongue, 
I'll  banish  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  seek  the  faithful  and  the  just, 

And  will  their  help  enjoy; 
These  are  the  friends  that  I  shall  trust, 
The  servants  I'll  employ. 

5  I'll  purge  my  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee ; 
So  shall  my  house  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 
Psalm  102.    first  part.    C.  M. 

HEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
But  answer  lest  I  die : 
Hast  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace 
To  hear  when  sinners  cry  ? 


PSALM  102.  169 

2  My  days  are  wasted  like  the  smoke 

Dissolving  in  the  air ; 
My  strength  is  dried,  my  heart  is  broke, 
And  sinking  in  despair. 

3  My  spirits  flag  like  withering  grass, 

Burnt  with  excessive  heat ; 
In  secret  groans  my  minutes  pass, 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on  some  lonely  building's  top 

The  sparrow  tells  her  moan, 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope 
I  sit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  soul  is  like  a  wilderness, 

Where  beasts  of  midnight  howl ; 
Where  the  sad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  where  the  screaming  owl. 

6  Dark,  dismal  thoughts,  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  breast ; 
While  sharp  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  give  my  spirit  rest. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repast; 
My  daily  bread,  like  ashes,  grows 
Unpleasant  to  my  taste. 

8  Sense  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  souls  that  feel  thy  frown ; 
Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advanced  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  cast  me  down. 

9  My  looks,  like  withered  leaves  appear ; 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint  as  evening  shadows  are, 
That  vanish  into  night. 


170  PSALM  102. 

10  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  same, 

O  my  eternal  God ! 
Ages  to  come  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  spread  thy  works  abroad. 

11  Thou  wilt  arise  and  show  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay 
Beyond  the  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 

12  He  hears  his  saints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And  by  mysterious  ways 
Redeems  the  prisoners  doomed  to  die, 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praise. 

Psalm  102.    second  part.    C.  M. 

LET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice ; 
Behold  the  promised  hour  ! 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  sits  a  sovereign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eye ; 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners'  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

5  He  frees  the  souls  condemned  to  death, 

And  when  his  saints  complain, 
It  shaVt  be  said,  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 


PSALM  102,  103.  171 

This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 

And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 
Psalm  102.    third  part.    L.  M. 
JT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 
-*-  Weakens  our  strength  amidst  the  race; 
Disease  and  death,  at  his  command, 

Arrest  us,  and  cut  short  our  days. 
Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  sun  go  down  at  noon ; 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  must  thy  children  die  so  soon ! 
Yet,  in  the  midst  of  death  and  grief, 

This  thought  our  sorrow  shall  assuage ; 
"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live : 

Christ  is  the  same  through  every  age." 
'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 

Heaven  is  the  building  of  his  hand; 
This  earth  grows  old,  these  heavens  shall  fade, 

And  all  be  changed  at  his  command. 
The  starry  curtains  of  the  sky, 

Like  garments,  shall  be  laid  aside : 
But  still  thy  throne  stands  firm  and  high ; 

Thy  church  for  ever  must  abide. 
Before  thy  face,  thy  church  shall  live, 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign; 
This  dying  world  shall  they  survive, 

And  the  dead  saints  be  raised  again. 

Psalm  103.     first  part.    L.  M. 

BLESS,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God, 
Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad ; 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 


172  PSALM  103. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace ; 
His  favours  claim  the  highest  praise ; 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done, 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels  ; 
Redeems  the  soul  from  hell,  and  saves 
Our  wasting  lives  from  threatening  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decayed,  his  power  repairs ; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years : 
He  fills  our  store  with  every  good, 
And  feeds  our  souls  with  heavenly  food. 

6  He  sees  th'  oppressor  and  th'  opprest, 
And  often  gives  the  sufferers  rest ; 
But  will  his  justice  more  display 

In  the  last  great  rewarding  day. 

7  His  power  he  showed  by  Moses'  hands, 
And  gave  to  Israel  his  commands ; 
But  sent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 

To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son. 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confess, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  shall  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

Psalm  1 03.    second  part.    L.  M. 

THE  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways ! 
How  firm  his  truth  !  how  large  his  grace ! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 


PSALM  103.  173 

2  Not  half  so  high  his  power  hath  spread 
The  starry  heavens  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise, 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

3  Not  half  so  far  hath  nature  placed 
The  rising  morning  from  the  west, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  those  he  loves. 

4  How  slow  his  awful  wrath  to  rise! 
On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies ; 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn ! 

5  Amidst  his  wrath  compassion  shines ; 
His  strokes  are  lighter  than  our  sins ; 
And  while  his  rod  corrects  his  saints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So  fathers  their  young  sons  chastise, 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes : 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  smart, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  wise  and  just, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  dust, 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impose 
Beyond  the  strength  that  he  bestows. 

8  He  knows  how  soon  our  nature  dies, 
Blasted  by  every  wind  that  flies ; 
Like  grass  we  spring,  and  die  as  soon, 
Or  morning  flowers,  that  fade  at  noon. 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  sure 

To  all  the  saints,  and  shall  endure: 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  shall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 
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174  PSALM  103. 

Psalm  103.    third  part.    S.  M. 

OH  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 
Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  rame, 
Whose  favours  are  divine. 

2  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins, 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave ; 
He  that  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good ; 

He  gives  the  sufferers  rest 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud 
And  justice  for  th'  oppressed. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moses  known ; 
But  sent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

Psalm  103.    fourth  part.    S.  M. 

MY  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great; 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 
2  God  will  not  always  chide ; 

And  when  his  strokes  are  felt, 
His  strokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 


PSALM  103.  175 

3  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  subdues  our  sins  ; 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 

Scattered  with  every  breath : 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower : 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

8  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  wrords  of  promise  sure. 

Psalm  103.    fifth  fart.    S.  M. 

THE  Lord,  the  sovereign  King, 
Hath  fixed  his  throne  on  high; 
O'er  all  the  heavenly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  sky. 
2  Ye  angels  great  in  might, 
And  swift  to  do  his  will, 
Bless  ye  the  Lord,  whose  voice  ye  hear, 
Whose  pleasure  ye  fulfil. 


176  PSALM  104. 

3  Let  the  bright  hosts  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  King, 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praise  they  sing. 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  works 

Through  his  vast  kingdom  show 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  soul, 
Shalt  sing  his  praises  too. 

Psalm  104.    first  part.    P.  M. 

MY  soul,  thy  great  Creator  praise ; 
When  clothed  in  his  celestial  rays, 
He  in  full  majesty  appears, 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

"  Great  is  the  Lord  !  what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honour  to  his  name !" 

2  The  heavens  are  for  his  curtains  spread ; 
Th'  unfathomed  deep  he  makes  his  bed ; 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flies 
On  winged  storms  across  the  skies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  inspires, 
His  ministers,  are  flaming  fires ; 

And  swift  as  thought  their  armies  move, 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundation  by  his  hand 
Is  laid,  and  shall  for  ever  stand : 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Lest  it  should  drown  the  earth  again. 

5  When  earth  was  covered  with  the  flood, 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  stood, 
He  thundered,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confined  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  swelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  take  their  round ; 


PSALM  104.  177 

Yet  thence  conveyed  by  secret  veins, 
They  spring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plains. 

7  He  bids  the  crystal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheer  the  valleys  as  they  go; 
There  gentle  herds  their  thirst  allay, 
And  for  the  stream  wild  asses  bray. 

8  From  pleasant  trees  which  shade  the  brink 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink ; 
Their  songs  the  lark  and  linnet  raise, 
And  chide  our  silence  in  his  praise. 

Psalm  104.    second  part.    L.  M. 

GOD,  from  his  cloudy  cistern,  pours, 
On  the  parched  earth  enriching  showers  ; 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 
A  thousand  joyful  blessings  yield. 

2  He  makes  the  grassy  food  arise, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  supplies; 
With  herbs  for  men,  of  various  power 
To  nourish  nature,  or  to  cure. 

3  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce ! 
The  olive  yields  a  pleasing  juice ; 

Our  hearts  are  cheered  with  generous  wine; 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine. 

4  His  bounteous  hands  our  table  spread, 
He  fills  our  cheerful  stores  with  bread ; 
While  food  our  vital  strength  imparts, 
Let  daily  praise  inspire  our  hearts. 

Psalm  104.    third  part.    L.  M. 

BEHOLD,  the  stately  cedars  stand, 
Raised  by  the  Great  Creator's  hand ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  shelter  fly, 
And  build  their  nests  secure  on  high. 
2  To  craggy  hills  ascends  the  goat; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 


178  PSALM  104. 

The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell : 
He  gives  them  wisdom  where  to  dwell. 

3  He  sets  the  sun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face ; 
And  when  thick  darkness  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beasts  to  hunt  their  prey. 

4  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And,  roaring,  ask  their  meat  from  God ; 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arise, 
The  savage  beast  to  covert  flies. 

5  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  ; 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repose : 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  sweet  relief 
From  tiresome  toil  and  wasting  grief. 

6  How  strange  thy  works !  how  great  thy  skill ! 
While  every  land  thy  riches  fill ; 

Thy  wisdom  round  the  world  we  see : 
This  spacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

7  Nor  less  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fish  in  millions  swim  and  creep, 
With  wondrous  motions,  swift  or  slow, 
Still  wandering  in  the  paths  below. 

8  There  ships  divide  their  watery  way, 
And  shoals  of  scaly  monsters  play ; 
There  dwells  the  huge  Leviathan, 
And  foams  and  sports  in  spite  of  man. 

Psalm  104.    fourth  part.   L.  M. 

YAST  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  rests  upon  thy  word  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  stand 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 

2  But  when  thy  face  is  hid  they  mourn, 
And,  dying,  to  their  dust  return ; 


PSALM  105.  179 

Both  man  and  beast  their  souls  resign ; 
Life,  breath,  and  spirit,  all  are  thine. 

Yet  thou  canst  breathe  on  dust  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beasts  and  men ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  wastes  of  time  and  death. 

His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honoured  with  his  own  delight: 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praise. 

The  earth  stands  trembling  at  thy  stroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  smoke ; 
Yet  humble  souls  may  see  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  sovereign  grace. 

In  thee  my  hopes  and  wishes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  sweet ; 
Thy  praises  shall  my  breath  employ, 
Till  it  expire  in  endless  joy. 

While  haughty  sinners  die  accurst, 
Their  glory  buried  with  their  dust, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heavenly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  sing. 

Psalm  105.    first  part.    C.  M. 
4^  IVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 
^-*   And  tell  the  world  his  grace ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
That  all  may  seek  his  face. 

His  covenant,  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  numerous  ages  past, 
To  numerous  ages  yet  behind 

In  equal  force  shall  last. 
He  sware  to  Abraham  and  his  seed, 

And  made  the  blessing  sure  : 


180  PSALM  105. 

Gentiles  the  ancient  promise  read, 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  "  Thy  seed  shall  make  all  nations  blest," 

Said  the  Almighty  voice ; 
"  And  Canaan's  land  shall  be  their  rest, 
The  type  of  heavenly  joys." 

5  How  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace ! 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  strangers  in  the  place, 
A  small  and  feeble  band! 

6  Like  pilgrims  through  the  countries  round 

Securely  they  removed  ; 
And  haughty  kings  that  on  them  frowned, 
Severely  he  reproved. 

7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 

Shall  soon  avenge  the  wrong : 
The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm 
Shall  know  their  God  is  strong." 

8  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear : 
Israel  must  live  through  every  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

Psalm  105.    second  part.    C.  M. 

WHEN  Pharaoh  dared  to  vex  the  saints, 
And  thus  provoked  their  God, 
Moses  was  sent  at  their  complaints, 
Armed  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

2  He  called  for  darkness ;  darkness  came, 

Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood : 
He  turned  each  lake  and  every  stream 
To  lakes  and  streams  of  blood. 

3  He  gaye  the  sign,  and  noisome  flies 

Through  the  whole  country  spread: 


PSALxM  105.  181 

And  frogs  in  baleful  armies  rise 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

Through  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces, 

The  tenfold  vengeance  flew ; 
Locusts  in  swarms  devoured  their  trees, 

And  hail  their  cattle  slew. 

Then  by  an  angel's  midnight  stroke 

The  flower  of  Egypt  died  ; 
The  strength  of  every  house  was  broke, 

Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  fear ; 
Israel  must  live  through  every  age, 

And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

Psalm  105.   third  part.    C.  M. 

JEHOVAH'S  tribes  from  bondage  freed, 
Soon  left  the  hated  ground; 
Rich  with  Egyptian  spoils  they  fled, 
And  none  were  feeble  found. 

The  Lord  himself  chose  out  their  way, 
And  marked  their  journeys  right, 

Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

They  thirst,  and  waters  from  the  rock 

In  rich  abundance  flow ; 
And  following  still  the  course  thev  took, 

Ran  all  the  desert  through. 

O  wondrous  stream !  O  blessed  type 

Of  overflowing  grace ! 
So  Christ  our  Rock  maintains  our  life, 

And  aids  our  wandering  race. 
Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  hand, 

The  chosen  tribes  possessed 


182  PSALM  106. 

Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promised  land, 
And  there  enjoyed  their  rest. 
6  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
The  church  renounce  her  fear ; 
Israel  must  live  through  every  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 

Psalm  106.    first  part.    L.  M. 

TO  God  the  great,  the  ever  blest, 
Let  sonors  of  honour  be  addressed 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  stands ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
Who  shall  fulfil  thy  boundless  praise  ? 
Blest  are  the  souls  that  fear  thee  still, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chosen  seed  ; 
And  with  the  same  salvation  bless 
The  meanest  suppliant  of  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  I  see  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice ! 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Joined  to  thy  saints,  and  near  to  thee. 
Psalm  106.    second  part.    S.  M. 

GOD  of  eternal  love, 
How  fickle  are  our  ways ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  Israel  prove 
Thy  constancy  of  grace ! 

2  They  saw  thy  wonders  wrought, 

And  then  thy  praise  they  sung ; 
But  soon  thy  works  of  power  forgot, 
And  murmured  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  f 


PSALM  107.  183 

Now  with  their  lusts  provoke  the  Lord, 

And  he  reduced  them  low. 
Yet  when  they  mourned  their  faults, 

He  hearkened  to  their  groans, 
Brought  his  own  covenant  to  his  thoughts, 

And  called  them  still  his  sons. 
Their  names  were  in  his  book, 

He  saved  them  from  their  foes ; 
Oft  he  chastised,  but  ne'er  forsook 

The  people  that  he  chose. 

Let  Israel  bless  the  Lord, 

Who  loved  their  ancient  race ; 
And  Christians  join  the  solemn  word, 

Amen,  to  all  the  praise. 

Psalm  107.    first  part.    L.  M. 

GIVE  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above ; 
Kind  are  his  thoughts,  hid  name  is  love ; 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record ; 
Israel,  the  nation  whom  he  chose, 
And  rescued  from  their  mighty  foes. 

When  God's  own  arm  their  fetters  broke, 
And  freed  them  from  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 
They  traced  the  desert,  wandering  round 
A  wild  and  solitary  ground. 

There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  their  fixed  abode : 
Nor  food  nor  fountain  to  assuage 
Their  burning  thirst,  or  hunger's  rage. 

In  their  distress  to  God  they  cried ; 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide ; 


184  PSALM  107. 

He  led  their  wandering  march  around, 
And  brought  their  tribes  to  Canaan's  ground 

6  Thus,  when  our  first  release  we  gain 
From  sin's  old  yoke,  and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  desert  world  to  pass, 

A  dangerous  and  a  tiresome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps  lest  we  stray ; 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 

8  O  let  the  saints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 

Psalm  107.  second  part.   L.  M. 

FROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 
God  and  his  grace  are  still  the  same ; 
He  fills  the  hungry  soul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  every  good. 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rise 
Against  the  God  who  rules  the  skies ; 
If  they  reject  his  heavenly  word, 
And  slight  the  counsels  of  the  Lord ; 

3  He'll  bring  their  spirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliverer  shall  be  found ; 
Laden  with  grief  they  waste  their  breath 
In  darkness  and  the  shades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arise, 
And  scatters  all  that  dismal  shade 
That  hung  so  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brass  in  two, 

And  lets  the  smiling  prisoners  through; 


PSALM  107.  185 

Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  labouring  soul  relief. 

6  Oh  may  the  sons  of  men  record 
The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 
Psalm  107.    third  part.    L.  M. 
TX^OULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 

*  "     His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad! 
With  the  bold  mariners  survey 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  sea ! 

2  They  leave  their  native  shores  behind, 
And  seize  the  favour  of  the  wind ; 
Till  God  command  and  tempests  rise, 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  skies. 

3  Now  to  the  heavens  they  mount  amain, 
Now  sink  to  dreadful  deeps  again ; 
What  strange  affrights  young  sailors  feel, 
And  like  a  staggering  drunkard  reel ! 

4  When  land  is  far  and  death  is  nigh, 
Lost  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry ; 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  address, 
And  sends  salvation  in  distress. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  assuage, 
And  stormy  tempests  cease  to  rage ; 
The  gladsome  train  their  fears  give  o'er, 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  shore. 

6  O  may  the  sons  of  men  record 

The  wondrous  goodness  of  the  Lord ! 
Let  them  their  private  offerings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  sing. 

Psalm  107.    fourth  part.    C.  M. 

THY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 
That  rule  the  boisterous  sea, 
<*2 


186  PSALM  180. 

The  sons  of  courage  shall  record, 
Who  tempt  the  dangerous  way. 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arise, 

And  swell  the  towering  waves ! 
The  men,  astonished,  mount  the  skies, 
And  sink  in  gaping  graves. 

3  Again  they  climb  the  watery  hills, 

And  plunge  in  deeps  again ; 
Each  like  a  tottering  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempest  roar, 

They  pant  with  fluttering  breath ; 
And,  hopeless  of  the  distant  shore, 
Expect  immediate  death. 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries ; 

He  hears  the  loud  request, 
And  orders  silence  through  the  skies, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  rest. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lose  their  fears, 

And  see  the  storm  allayed: 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears ; 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  safe  to  land ; 

Let  stupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

8  O  that  the  sons  of  men  would  praise 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  those  that  see  thy  wondrous  ways, 
Thy  wondrous  love  record. 

Psalm  108.    first  part.    C.  M. 
A  WAKE,  my  soul,  to  sound  his  praise, 
-^  Awake  my  harp  to  sing  ; 


PSALM  108.  187 

Join  all  my  powers  the  song  to  raise, 
And  morning  incense  bring. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  through  the  nations  round, 
xlad  songs  of  praise  will  I  prepare, 
And  there  his  name  resound. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  starry  train ; 
Diffuse  thy  heavenly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 

4  So  shall  thy  chosen  sons  rejoice, 

And  throng  thy  courts  above; 
While  sinners  hear  thy  pardoning  voice, 
And  taste  redeeming  love. 

Psalm  108.    second  part.    L.  M. 
GAIN,  my  tongue,  thy  silence  break, 
My  heart,  and  all  my  powers,  awake ; 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Awake,  and  sino-  Jehovah's  name. 

Ye  saints  rejoice;  ye  nations  hear; 
While  I  your  Maker's  praise  declare  ; 
High  o'er  the  clouds  his  truth  ascends ; 
Through   earth,   through   heaven,   his   grace 
extends. 

O'er  heaven  exalted  is  his  throne ; 

In  every  world  his  glory  shown  ; 

The  church  he  loves,  his  hand  shall  save 

From  death,  and  sorrow,  and  the  grave. 

Ye  kingdoms  hear  his  awful  voice! 

44  In  Zion  shall  my  heart  rejoice; 

This  hand  shall  all  her  foes  dismay, 

And  make  their  scattered  strength  a  prey. 

44  Mine  are  the  sons  of  Zion,  mine 

Their  glory,  grace,  and  truth  divine; 


188  PSALM  109. 

My  sceptre  shines  in  Judah's  hands, 
And  still  my  strength  in  Ephraim  stands. 

6  "  My  foes  to  ruin  shall  be  driven, 

The  shame  of  earth,  the  scorn  of  heaven, 
Their  eyes  shall  see  my  church  prevail ; 
Their   strength   shall   shrink,   their   courage 
fail." 

7  O  thou,  beneath  whose  sovereign  sway 
Nations,  and  worlds,  in  dust  decay, 
Though  thy  sweet  smile  has  been  withdrawn, 
Thine  aid  denied,  thy  presence  gone : 

8  Yet  wilt  thou  still  with  love  return ; 
With  duty  teach  our  hearts  to  burn ; 
Our  dying  graces,  Lord,  revive, 
And  bid  thy  fainting  children  live. 

9  Save  us  from  sin,  and  fear,  and  woe, 
From  every  snare,  and  every  foe, 
And  help  us  boldly  to  contend, 
Falsehood  resist,  and  truth  defend. 

Psalm  109.    C.  M. 
|^  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise, 
^*    Thy  glory  is  my  song; 
Though  sinners  speak  against  thy  grace 
With  a  blaspheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found ; 

With  cruel  slanders  false  and  vain 

They  compassed  him  around. 

3  Their  miseries  his  compassion  move, 

Their  peace  he  still  pursued ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good 

4  Their  malice  raged  without  a  cause, 

Yet  with  his  dying  breath 


PSALM  110.  189 

He  prayed  for  murderers  on  his  cro?;s, 
And  blest  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  shall  thy  bright  example  shine 

In  vain  before  my  eyes  ? 
Give  me  a  soul  a-kin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  shall  on  my  side  engage, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name 
I  shall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
Who  slander  and  condemn. 

Psalm  110.  first  part.  L.  M. 

THUS  God  th'  eternal  Father  spake 
To  Christ  the  Son :  "  Ascend  and  sit 
At  my  right  hand,  till  I  shall  make 
Thy  foes  submissive  at  thy  feet. 

2  "  From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed, 
Thy  word,  the  sceptre  in  thy  hand, 
Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  shall  show  thy  power  is  great, 
When  saints  shall  flock  with  willing  minds, 
And  sinners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 
Where  holiness  in  beauty  shines." 

4  O  blessed  power !  O  glorious  day  ! 
What  a  large  victory  shall  ensue ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

Psalm  110.    second  part.    C.  M. 
TESUS,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne, 
•^    And  near  thy  Father  sit; 
In  Zion  shall  thy  power  be  known, 
And  make  thv  foes  submit. 

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2  What  wonders  shall  thy  gospel  do ! 
Thy  converts  shall  surpass 


190  PSALM  111. 

The  numerous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronounced  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  swore  ; 
"  Eternal  shall  thy  priesthood  be, 
When  Aaron's  is  no  more. 

4  "  Melchisedec,  that  wondrous  pries, 

That  king  of  high  degree, 
That  holy  man,  who  Abram  blest, 
Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

5  Jesus  our  Priest  for  ever  lives 

To  plead  for  us  above ; 
Jesus  our  King  for  ever  gives 
The  blessings  of  his  love. 

6  God  shall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  strike  the  powers  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppose  his  reign. 

Psalm  111.    first  part.    CM. 

SONGS  of  immortal  praise  belong 
To  my  Almighty  God ; 
He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hands  have  wrought ! 

How  glorious  in  our  sight ! 
And  men  in  every  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  fair  and  beauteous  nature's  frame ! 

How  wise  th'  eternal  mind  ! 
His  counsels  never  change  the  scheme 
That  his  first  thoughts  designed. 

4  When  he  redeemed  his  chosen  sons, 

He  fixed  his  covenant  sure : 


PSALM  ill,  112.  191 

The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endless  years  endure. 

Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  skies, 

Thy  heavenly  skill  proclaim ; 
What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise, 

But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

To  fear  thy  power,  to  trust  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divinest  skill ! 
And  he  's  the  wisest  of  our  race 

That  best  obeys  thy  will. 

Psalm  111.    second  part.    C.  M. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord ;  his  works  of  might 
Demand  our  noblest  songs  ; 
Let  his  assembled  saints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food ; 
And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 

He  makes  his  promise  good. 

His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  seal  his  covenant  sure ; 
Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name, 

His  ways  are  just  and  pure. 

They  that  would  grow  divinely  wise, 

Must  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
Our  fairest  proof  of  knowledge  lies 

In  hating  every  sin. 

Psalm  112.    first  part.    L.  M. 

THRICE  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 
Loves    his   commands,   and   trusts   his 
word: 
Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  blessings  to  his  seed  descend. 


192  PSALM  112. 

2  Compassion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  still  inclined : 
He  lends  the  poor  some  present  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  spread, 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  is  armed  against  the  fear ; 

For  God  with  all  his  power  is  there. 

4  His  spirit,  fixed  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heavenly  courage  from  his  word  ; 
Amidst  the  darkness  light  shall  iise, 

To  cheer  his  heart  and  bless  his  eyes. 

5  He  hath  dispersed  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  still  before  his  God ; 
His  name  on  earth  shall  long  remain, 
While  envious  sinners  rage  in  vain. 

Psalm  112.  second  part.   C.  M. 

HAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  liberal  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breast 

To  all  the  sons  of  need  ; 
So  God  shall  answer  his  request 
With  blessings  on  his  seed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  shall  surprise 

His  well  established  mind  ; 
His  soul  to  God,  his  refuge,  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  danger  and  distress 

Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine, 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 


PSALM  113.  193 

His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 

Shall  be  his  sure  reward. 

Psalm  113.    first  part.    P.  M. 

YE  that  delight  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  honours  of  his  name  record, 

His  sacred  name  for  ever  bless  : 
Where'er  the  circling  sun  displays 
His  rising  beams  or  setting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  seas  his  power  confess. 
Not  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vast  dominion  bounds  ; 

The  heavens  are  far  below  his  height ; 
Let  no  created  greatness  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Armed  with  his  uncreated  might. 
He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hosts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things ; 
His  sovereign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  seats  them  on  the  thrones  of  kings. 
When  childless  families  despair, 
He  sends  the  blessing  of  an  heir 

To  rescue  their  expiring  name ; 
The  mother,  with  a  thankful  voice, 
Proclaims  his  praises  and  her  joys: 

Let  every  age  advance  his  fame. 

Psalm  113.   second  part.    L.  M. 

TE  servants  of  th'  Almighty  King, 
In  every  age  his  praises  sing : 
Where'er  the  sun  shall  rise  or  set, 
The  nations  shall  his  praibe  repeat. 

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194  PSALM  114 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  sky, 
His  throne  of  glory  stands  on  high  ; 
Nor  time,  nor  place,  his  power  restrain, 
Nor  bound  his  universal  reign. 

3  Which  of  the  sons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories,  how  divinely  bright, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  Behold  his  love !  he  stoops  to  view 
What  saints  above  and  angels  do ; 
And  condescends  yet  more  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

5  From  dust  and  cottages  obscure 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor ! 
Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  sons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heavenly  thrones. 

6  A  word  of  his  creating  voice 

Can  make  the  barren  house  rejoice : 
Though  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  past, 
The  promised  seed  is  born  at  last. 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  son, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done ; 
Faith  may  grow  strong  when  sense  despairs; 
If  nature  fails,  the  promise  bears. 

Psalm  114.    L.  M. 

WHEN  Israel,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own 
Their  King,  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 

2  Across  the  deep  their  journey  lay; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way; 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 


PSALM  115.  195 

The  mountains  shook  like  frighted  sheep, 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap ; 
Not  Sinai  on  her  base  could  stand, 
Conscious  of  sovereign  power  at  hand. 
What  power  could  make  the  deep  divide  ? 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 
And  whence  the  dread  that  Sinai  feels  ? 
Let  every  mountain,  every  flood 
Retire  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  King  of  Israel :  see  him  here ; 
Tremble,  thou  earth ;  adore  and  fear. 
He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
The  rock  to  standing  pools  he  turns ; 
Flints  spring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  seas  confess  the  Lord. 

Psalm  115.  first  part.   L.  M. 

NOT  to  ourselves,  who  are  but  dust, 
Not  to  ourselves  is  glory  due, 
Eternal  God,  thou  only  just, 
Thou  only  gracious,  wise,  and  true. 
Display  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name; 
Why  should  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Insult  us,  and,  to  raise  our  shame, 
Say,  "  Where 's   the  God   you've   served  so 
long  ?" 

The  God  we  serve  maintains  his  throne, 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  skies; 
Through  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 
He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 
But  the  vain  idols  they  adore 
Are  senseless  shapes,  of  stone  and  wood : 
At  best  a  mass  of  glittering  ore, 
A  silver  saint,  or  golden  god. 


196  PSALM  115. 

5  With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  the  head; 
Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind : 
In  vain  are  costly  offerings  made, 

And  vows  are  scattered  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  are  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  save  when  mortals  pray ; 
Mortals  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they. 

7  O  Israel,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  rest ; 
The  Lord  shall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  bless  the  people  and  the  priest. 

8  The  dead  no  more  can  speak  thy  praise ; 
They  dwell  in  silence  in  the  grave ; 

But  we  shall  live  to  sing  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  power  to  save. 

Psalm  115.    second  part.    P.  M. 
^^'OT  to  our  names,  thou  only  just  and  true, 
-L^    Not  to  our  worthless  names  is  glory  due: 
Thy  power  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  justice 

claim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  sovereign  name. 
Shine  through  the  earth  from  heaven,  thy  blest 

abode, 
Nor  let  the  heathen  say,  "  And  where  's  your 

God  ?" 
2  Heaven  is  thy  higher  court :  there  stands  thy 

throne, 
And  through   the  lower  worlds   thy  will   is 

done; 
Earth  is  thy  work ;  the  heavens  thy  wisdom 

spread ; 
But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have 

made; 


PSALM  115.  197 

The  kneeling  crowd,  with  looks  devout,  be- 
hold 
Their  silver  saviours,  and  their  saints  of  gold. 

Vain  are  those  artful  shapes  of  eyes  and  ears  ; 

The  molten  image  neither  sees  nor  hears  ; 

Their  helpless  hands  and  feet  can  never  move; 

They  have  no  speech,  nor  thought,  nor  power, 
nor  love ; 

Yet  sottish  mortals  make  their  long  com- 
plaints 

To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  moveless  saints. 

The    rich   have    statues   well   adorned   with 

gold ; 
The  poor,  content  with  gods  of  coarser  mould, 
With  tools  of  iron,  carve  the  senseless  stock, 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock ; 
People  and  priest  drive  on  the  solemn  trade, 
And  trust  the  gods,  that  saws  and  hammers 

made. 

Be  heaven  and  earth  amazed  !  'Tis  hard  to  say 
Which   are   more   stupid,  or   their   gods   or 

they. 
O  Israel !  trust  the  Lord ;  he  hears  and  sees ; 
He    knows    thy  sorrows    and    restores    thy 

peace ; 
His  worship  does  a  thousand  comforts  yield  ; 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thy  heavenly  shield. 

O  Zion!  trust  the  Lord :  thy  foes  in  vain 
Attempt  thy  ruin,  and  oppose  his  reign ; 
Had  they  prevailed,  darkness  had  closed  our 

days, 
And  death  and  silence  had  forbid  his  praise ; 
But  we  are  saved,  and  live ;  let  songs  arise, 
And  saints  adore  the  God  that  built  the  skies. 
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198  PSALM  116. 

Psalm  116.    first  part.    CM. 

I  LOVE  the  Lord ;  he  heard  my  cries, 
And  pitied  every  groan  ; 
Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rise, 
I'll  hasten  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bowed  his  ear, 

And  chased  my  griefs  away : 
Oh  let  my  heart  no  more  despcir 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  My  flesh  declined,  my  spirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perplexed  my  wakeful  head. 
i  "  My  God,"  I  cried,  "  thy  servant  save, 
Thou  ever  good  and  just ; 
Thy  power  can  rescue  from  the  grave, 
Thy  power  is  all  my  trust." 
5  The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  distrest, 
He  bade  my  pains  remove ; 
Return,  my  soul,  to  God  thy  rest, 
For  thou  hast  known  his  love. 
3  My  God  hath  saved  my  soul  from  death, 
And  dried  my  falling  tears ; 
Now  to  his  praise  I'll  spend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

Psalm  116.    second  part.    C.  M. 

WHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 
I  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thy  house, 
My  offerings  shall  be  paid ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 


PSALM  117.  199 

How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  blessed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight ! 

How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

How  happy  all  thy  servants  are ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 

Lord  I  devote  to  thee. 

Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move ; 
Thy  hand  has  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain 

And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 
Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 

If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 

Psalm  117.    first  part.    C.  M. 

OALL  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord 
Each  with  a  different  tongue; 
In  every  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  sung. 

His  mercy  reigns  through  every  land ; 

Proclaim  his  grace  abroad ; 
For  ever  firm  his  truth  shall  stand  ,• 

Praise  ye  the  faithful  God. 

Psalm  117.    second  part.    L.  IVf. 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise : 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 
Eternal  are  thy  mercies  Lord ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word ; 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  set  and  rise  no  more. 


200  PSALM  117,118. 

Psalm  117.  third  part.    S.  M. 

THY  name,  almighty  Lord, 
Shall  sound  through  distant  lands . 
Great  is  thy  grace  and  sure  thy  word : 
Thy  truth  for  ever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honour  spread, 
And  long  thy  praise  endure, 
Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 

Psalm  118.    first  part.    CM. 

THE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
Nor  is  my  soul  afraid, 
Of  what  the  sons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  heaven  affords  its  aid. 

2  'Tis  safer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  trust  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  'Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is  strong, 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 
While  his  salvation  is  my  song, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice ! 

4  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round  ; 

When  God  appears,  they  fly  ; 
So  burning  thorns  with  crackling  sound, 
Make  a  fierce  blaze  and  die. 

5  Joy  to  the  saints,  and  peace  belongs ; 

The  Lord  protects  their  days  : 
Let  Israel  tune  immortal  songs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

Psalm  118.    second  part.    C.  M. 

LORD  thou  hast  heard  thy  servant  cry, 
And  rescued  from  the  grave ; 


PSALM  118.  201 

Now  shall  he  live,  and  none  can  die, 

If  God  resolve  to  save. 
Thy  praise,  more  constant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath ; 
Thy  hand,  that  hath  chastised  him  sore, 

Defends  him  still  from  death. 
Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now, 

For  we  shall  worship  there, 
The  house  where  all  the  righteous  go, 

Thy  mercy  to  declare. 
Among  the  assemblies  of  thy  saints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raise  ; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 

And  there  we  speak  thy  praise. 
Psalm  118.  third  part.    C.  M. 
EHOLD  the  sure  foundation  stone, 
Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 

And  his  eternal  praise. 

Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 

How  glorious  is  his  name  ! 
Saints  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 

Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 
The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 

Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 
Firm  on  this  Rock  the  Church  shall  rest, 

And  envy  rage  in  vain. 
What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood, 

Yet  must  this  building  rise ; 
'Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

Psalm  118.    fourth  part.    C.  M. 

THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ,• 


202  PSALM  118. 

Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ; 
Help  us,  O  Lord,  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  is  the  Lord  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  Church  on  earth  can  raise ; 
The  highest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

Psalm  118.    fifth  part.    S.  M. 

SEE  what  a  living  stone 
The  builders  did  refuse  : 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  Church  thereon 
In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 

2  The  scribe  and  angry  priest 

Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  Rock  shall  Zion  rest, 
As  the  chief  corner-stone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wondrous  in  our  eyes : 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made ; 


PSALM  118,  119.  203 

Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hosanna  to  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood  : 
Bless  him,  ye  saints ;  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  bless  thine  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  displays ; 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 

Ps.\LM  118.     SIXTH  PART.     L.  M. 

LO  !  what  a  glorious  corner-stone 
The  Jewish  builders  did  refuse  ! 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  spite  of  envy  and  the  Jews. 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  saw  our  Saviour  rise. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  saints  be  glad ; 

Hosanna,  let  his  name  be  blest ; 
A  thousand  honours  on  his  head, 

With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  rest ! 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  to  our  dying  race  ; 
Let  the  whole  Church  address  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  songs  of  praise. 

Psalm  119.    first  part.    C.  M. 

BLEST  are  the  undefiled  in  heart, 
Whose  ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  flee  from  every  sin. 


204  PSALM  119. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 

And  practice  thy  commands ; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  seek  the  Lord, 
And  serve  thee  with  their  hands. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  ; 

How  firm  their  souls  abide ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  steady  feet  aside. 

4  Then  shall  my  heart  have  inward  joy  ; 

And  keep  my  face  from  shame, 
When  all  thy  statutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name. 

5  But  haughty  sinners  God  will  hate, 

The  proud  shall  die  accurst ; 
The  sons^of  falsehood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  dust. 

6  Vile  as  the  dross  the  wicked  are, 

And  those  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  see  salvation  from  afar, 
But  never  taste  thy  grace. 

Psalm  119.    second  part.    C.  M. 

TO  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 
My  gracious  God,  I  pray ; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 

2  My  spirit  faints  to  see  thy  grace ; 

Thy  promise  bears  me  up, 
And  while  salvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  supports  my  hope. 

3  Seven  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee ; 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praise  from  me. 


PSALM  119.  205 

4  When  midnight  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind, 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rise, 
And  sweet  acceptance  find. 

Psalm  119.   third  part.    C.  M. 
^j^HOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God ; 
J-    Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  haste  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  suffers  no  delay. 

2  I  choose  the  path  of  heavenly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice ; 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 

3  The  testimonies  of  thy  grace 

I  set  before  my  eyes ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trust  thy  pardoning  grace. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Oh  save  thy  servant,  Lord ; 
Thou  art  my  shield,  my  hiding-place, 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

6  Thou  hast  inclined  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  statutes  to  fulfil ; 
And  thus  till  mortal  life  shall  end 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

Psalm  119.    fourth  part.    C.  M. 
TTOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 
-"--*-  And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 
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206  PSALM  119. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad, 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day; 
And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wiser  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise ; 

I  hate  the  sinner's  road  : 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

6  The  starry  heavens  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place; 
And  these,  thy  servants,  night  and  day, 
Thy  skill  and  power  express. 

7  But  still  thy  law  and  gospel,  Lord, 

Have  lessons  more  divine ; 
Not  earth  stands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  stars  so  nobly  shine. 

8  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth, 

How  pure  is  every  page ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 

Psalm  119.    fifth  part.    C.  M. 

OHOW  I  love  thy  holy  law ! 
'Tis  daily  my  delight : 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 


PSALM  119.  207 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  thy  word  : 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  Lord. 

3  Thy  heavenly  words  my  heart  engage, 

And  well  employ  my  tongue, 
And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage 
Yield  me  a  heavenly  song. 

4  Am  I  a  stranger  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feast ; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  taste. 

5  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind  ; 

Nor  shall  thy  word  be  sold 
For  loads  of  silver  well  refined, 
Nor  heaps  of  choic°st  gold. 

6  When  nature  sinks,  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 

Psalm  119.    sixth  part.    C.  M. 

LORD,  I  esteem  thy  judgments  right, 
And  all  thy  statutes  just; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  constant  fight 
With  every  flattering  lust. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  survey ; 

I  keep  thy  law  in  sight, 
Through  all  the  business  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  actions  right. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  silence  cries, 

"  How  sweet  thy  comforts  be !" 

My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rise, 

And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 


208  PSALM  119. 

4  And  when  my  spirit  drinks  her  fill, 
At  some  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men,  that  share  the  spoil, 
Have  joys  compared  to  mine. 

Psalm  119.    seventh  part.    C.  M. 

LET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
To  form  one  perfect  book ; 
Great  God,  if  once  compared  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look ! 

2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  show  one  sin  forgiven, 

Nor  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave ; 

But  thiue  conduct  to  heaven. 

3  I've  seen  an  end  to  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below ; 
How  short  the  powers  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  further  go. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  just  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought ; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  every  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boast  perfection  here, 

While  sin  defiles  our  frame, 
And  sinks  our  virtues  down  so  far, 
They  scarce  deserve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace, 

Fall  far  below  thy  word ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteousness 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

Psalm  119.    eighth  part.   C.  M. 

]ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
-^  My  lasting  heritage  ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 


PSALM  119.  209 

2  I'll  read  the  histories  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight, 
While  through  the  promises  I  rove, 
With  ever  fresh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise ; 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; 
Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 

Psalm  119.  ninth  part.  C.  M. 
r  J^HY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 
-*-      Howt  good  thy  works  appear ! 
Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  see  thy  wonders  there. 

2  My  heart  was  fashioned  by  thy  hand, 

My  service  is  thy  due ; 
Oh  make  thy  servant  understand 
The  duties  he  must  do. 

3  Since  I'm  a  stranger  here  below, 

Thy  path  O  do  not  hide, 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  should  go, 
And  be  my  constant  guide. 

4  When  I  confest  my  wandering  ways, 

Thou  heardst  my  soul  complain ; 
Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  shall  stray  again. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  statutes  show, 

And  heavenly  truth  impart, 
His  work  for  ever  I'll  pursue, 
His  law  shall  rule  my  heart. 
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210  PSALM  119. 

6  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 

7  In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now ; 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  blessed  gospel  go 
Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 

8  When  I  have  learned  my  Father's  will, 

I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways ; 
My  thankful  lips,  inspired  with  zeal, 
Shall  sing  aloud  his  praise. 

Psalm  119.  tenth  part.   C.  M. 

BEHOLD  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord, 
Devoted  to  thy  fear ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

2  Hast  thou  not  sent  salvation  down, 

And  promised  quickening  grace? 
Doth  not  my  heart  address  thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  salvation  fail ; 

O  bear  thy  servant  up ; 
Nor  let  the  scoffing  lips  prevail 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

4  Didst  thou  not  raise  my  faith,  O  Lord? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear : 
Saints  shall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  trust  as  well  as  fear. 

Psalm  119.    eleventh  part.    C.  M. 

OH  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 
Oh  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 


PSALM  119.  211 

2  Oh  send  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart, 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes ; 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desires,  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

4  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere : 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

5  My  soul  hath  gone  too  far  astray, 

My  feet  too  often  slip ; 
Yet,  since  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Restore  thy  wandering  sheep. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  hands 
Offend  against  my  God. 

Psalm  119.    twelfth  part.    CM. 

"1%/TY  God,  consider  my  distress, 
-L*-*-  Let  mercy  plead  my  cause ; 
Though  I  have  sinned  against  thy  grace, 
I  can't  forget  thy  laws. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  sharp  reproach, 

Which  I  so  justly  fear ; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  shame  appear. 

3  Be  thou  a  surety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  oppress; 
But  make  thy  waiting  servant  see 
The  shinings  of  thy  face. 


212  PSALM  119. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail ; 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
And  bid  my  comforts  rise." 

5  Look  down  upon  my  sorrows,  Lord, 

And  show  thy  grace  the  same; 
Thy  tender  mercies  still  afford 
To  those  that  love  thy  name. 

Psalm  119.  thirteenth  part.  C.  M. 

"VV7TTH  my  whole  heart  I've  sought  thy  face 

*  *     O  let  me  never  stray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  sinner's  way. 

2  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  conscience  clean, 
To  be  an  everlasting  guard 
From  every  rising  sin. 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  saints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord ; 
My  sorrows  rise,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  transgress  thy  word. 

4  While  sinners  do  thy  gospel  wrong, 

My  spirit  stands  in  awe  ; 
My  soul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 

5  My  heart  w7ith  sacred  reverence  hears 

The  threatenings  of  thy  word ; 
My  flesh  with  holy  trembling  fear, 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy  salvation  still; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 


PSALM  119.  213 

Psalm  119.    fourteenth  part.    C.  M. 

CONSIDER  all  my  sorrows,  Lord, 
And  thy  deliverance  send; 
My  soul  for  thy  salvation  faints, 

When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 
Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 

To  bear  my  Father's  rod ; 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 

And  live  upon  my  God. 
This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 

When  new  distress  begins : 
I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 

And  hate  my  former  sins. 
Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 

When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 
My  soul,  oppressed  with  sorrow's  weight, 

Had  sunk  amongst  the  dead. 
I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  seem  severe ; 
The  sharpest  sufferings  I  endure 

Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 
Before  I  knew  thy  chastening  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  stray ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word, 

Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

Psalm  119.    fifteenth  part.    C.  M. 

OTHAT  thy  statutes  every  hour 
Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quickening  power, 

And  daily  peace  I  find. 
To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ; 
My  soul  shali  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 


214  PSALM  119. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  discharge 
From  sin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 
And  set  my  feet  at  large  ? 

4  My  lips  with  courage  shall  declare 

Thy  statutes  and  thy  name : 
I'll  speak  thy  word  though  kings  should  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  sinful  shame. 

5  Let  bands  of  persecutors  rise 

To  rob  me  of  my  right, 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies, 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 

Whose  hands  and  hearts  are  ill : 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  must  obey  his  will. 

Psalm  119.    sixteenth  part.    C.  M. 

MY  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust: 
Lord,  give  me  life  divine ; 
From  vain  desires  and  every  lust 
Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 

To  speed  me  in  thy  way, 
Lest  I  should  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 

3  When  sore  afflictions  press  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quickening  powers ; 
Thy  word  that  I  have  rested  on, 
Shall  help  my  heaviest  hours. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  sovereign  still, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heavenly  road  ? 


PSALM  119.  215 

Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  see  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  slow  my  spirits  move 

Without  enlivening  grace  ! 
Then  shall  I  love  thy  gospel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quickening  power 

To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

Psalm  119.  seventeenth  part.  L.  M. 
"VV7TIEX  pain  and  anguish  seize  me,  Lord, 

'  *     All  my  support  is  from  thy  word: 
My  soul  dissolves  from  heaviness  ; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  strengthening  grace. 
The  proud  have  framed  their  scoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  eyes, 
They  tempt  my  soul  to  snares  and  sin; 
Yet  thy  commands  I'll  ne'er  decline. 
They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  cause, 
They  hate  to  see  me  love  thy  laws  ! 
But  I  will  trust  and  fear  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  shame. 
Psalm  119.    eighteenth  part.    L.  ftf . 

FATHER,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand  ; 
How  kind  was  thy  chastising  rod, 
That  forced  my  conscience  to  a  stand, 

And  brought  my  wandering  soul  to  God. 
Foolish  and  vain,  I  went  astray, 

Ere  I  had  felt  thy  scourges,  Lord  ; 
I  left  my  guide,  and  lost  my  way, 

But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rise  and  swell ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  stroke, 

That  I  might  learn  his  statutes  well. 


216  PSALM  120. 

4  The  law  that  issues  from  thy  mouth, 

Shall  raise  my  cheerful  passions  more 
Than  all  the  treasures  of  the  south ; 
Or  richest  hills  of  golden  ore. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 

Thy  spirit  formed  my  soul  within : 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name, 
And  guard  me  safe  from  death  and  sin. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 

At  my  salvation  shall  rejoice, 
For  I  have  trusted  in  thy  word, 

And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

Psalm  120.    C.  M. 

THOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever  blest, 
Pity  my  suffering  state ; 
When  wilt  thou  set  my  soul  at  rest, 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine !  my  days  are  cast 

Among  the  sons  of  strife, 
Whose  never-ceasing  quarrels  waste 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  Oh  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choose  to  dwell 

In  some  wide,  lonesome  wilderness, 

And  leave  these  gates  of  hell ! 

4  Peace  is  the  blessing  that  I  seek, 

How  lovely  are  its  charms! 
I  am  for  peace ;  but  when  I  speak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  passions  still  their  souls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  strong : 
What  shall  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue! 


PSALM  121.  217 

6  Should  burning  arrows  smite  me  through, 
Strict  justice  would  approve  ; 
But  I  would  rather  spare  my  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

Psalm  121.  first  part.  L.  M. 

UP  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  skies ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  soul  derives ; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives  ;  the  everlasting  God, 

That  built  the  world,  that  spread  the  flood  ; 
The  heavens,  with  all  their  host  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  smiles  adorn  the  day : 

He  spreads  the  evening  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours  while  Israel  sleeps. 

4  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest ; 
Thy  holy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  slumber  nor  surprise. 

5  No  sun  shall  smite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  sickly  ray, 
Shall  blast  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  star 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  so  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thcu  shalt  go,  and  still  return, 
Safe  in  the  Lord  ;  his  heavenly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  snare. 

7  On  thee  foul  spirits  have  no  power ; 
And  in  thy  last  departing  hour 
Angels  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

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218  PSALM  121. 

Psalm  121.    second  part.    C.  M. 

TO  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  : 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  skies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  steadfast  feet  shall  never  fall, 

Whom  he  designs  to  keep; 
His  ear  attends  the  softest  call ; 
His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  He  will  sustain  our  weakest  powers 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  most  unguarded  hours 
Against  surprising  harm. 

4  Israel  rejoice,  and  rest  secure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  scorching  sun,  nor  sickly  moon, 

Shall  have  its  leave  to  smite ; 
He  shields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blasting  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  soul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickest  dangers  come  ; 

Go  and  return,  secure  from  death, 

Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

Psalm  121.    third  part.   P.  M. 

UPWARD  I  lift  my  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid ; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made ; 
God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly;  his  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 


PSALM  122.  219 

My  feet  shall  never  slide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Those  wakeful  eyes 
That  never  sleep,  shall  Israel  keep 
When  dangers  rise. 

No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  ; 
Thou  art  my  sun, 
And  thou  my  shade,  to  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word 

To  save  my  soul  from  death? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath : 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die,  till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 

Psalm  122.    first  part.    C.  M. 

HOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  say, 
In  Zion  let  us  all  appear 
And  keep  the  solemn  day. 

I  love  her  gates,  1  love  the  road  ; 

The  church,  adorned  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 

To  show  his  milder  face. 

Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 

And  sits  in  judgment  there. 


220  PSALM  122. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints ; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ; 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest ! 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains ; 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 

Psalm  122.    second  part.    P. 

HOW  pleased  and  blest  was  I, 
To  hear  the  people  cry, 
"Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  !" 
Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal 
We  haste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 

The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  his  royal  throne ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  : 

He  bids  the  saints  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  sinners  sad, 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest : 


PSALM  123,  124.  221 

The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 
And  wishes  thine  increase, 
A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 

Peace  to  this  sacred  house  ! 
For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell : 

And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

Psalm  123.   C.  M. 

OTHOU,  whose  grace  and  justice  reign 
Enthroned  above  the  skies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

As  servants  watch  their  master's  hand, 

And  fear  the  angry  stroke  ; 
Or  maids  before  their  mistress  stand, 

And  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 

So,  for  our  sins,  we  justly  feel 

Thy  discipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  still, 

Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

Those  that  in  wrealth  and  pleasure  live, 

Our  daily  groans  deride  ; 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 

Fresh  courage  to  their  pride. 

Our  foes  insult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  compassion  lies ; 
This  thought  shall  bear  our  spirits  up, 

That  God  will  not  despise. 

Psalm  124.   C.  M. 

HAD  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love, 
When  hosts  against  us  rose, 
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222  PSALM   125. 

Displayed  his  vengeance  from  above, 
And  crushed  the  conquering  foes  ; 

2  Their  armies  like  a  raging  flood, 

Had  swept  the  guardless  land, 

Destroyed  on  earth  his  blest  abode, 

And  'whelmed  our  feeble  band. 

3  But  safe  beneath  his  spreading  shield 

His  sons  securely  rest, 
Defy  the  dangers  of  the  field, 
And  bare  the  fearless  breast. 

4  And  now  our  souls  shall  bless  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  deadly  snare ; 
Who  saved  us  from  the  murdering  sword, 
And  made  our  lives  his  care. 

5  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  formed  the  heavens  above ; 
He  that  supports  their  wondrous  frame, 
Can  guard  his  church  by  love  ! 

Psalm  125.  first  part.   C.  M. 

UNSHAKEN  as  the  sacred  hill, 
And  firm  as  mountains  stand, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  soul  shall  rest, 
That  trusts  th'  Almighty  hand. 

2  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  so  Avell 

Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  those  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  every  saint  surround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  smarting  scourge, 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  compassion  will  assuage 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  souls  sincere, 

And  lead  them  safely  on 


PSALM  125,  126.  223 

To  the  bright  gates  of  paradise, 
Where  Christ  their  Lord  is  gone. 
5  But  if  we  trace  those  crooked  ways 
That  the  old  serpent  drew, 

The  wrath  that  drove  him  first  to  hell, 
Shall  smite  his  followers  too. 

Psalm  125.   second  part.    S.  M. 

]^IRM  and  unmoved  are  they 
-     That  rest  their  souls  on  God  ; 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2  As  mountains  stood  to  guard 

The  city's  sacred  ground, 
So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  saints  around. 

3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chastising  stroke, 
Yet,  lest  it  wound  their  souls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  shall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  those 

Whose  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whose  hope  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  sincere. 

5  Nor  shall  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  oppress  the  saint ; 
The  God  of  Israel  will  support 

His  children  lest  they  faint. 
*>  But  if  our  slavish  fear 

Will  choose  the  road  to  hell. 
We  must  expect  our  portion  there, 

Where  bolder  sinners  dwell. 

Psalm  126.    first  part.    L.  M. 
^HEN  God  restored  our  captive  state, 
Joy  was  our  song,  and  grace  our  theme; 


224  PSALM  126. 

The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  so  great, 
That  joy  appeared  a  pleasing  dream. 

2  The  scoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 

Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name ; 
While  we  with  pleasure  shout  thy  praise, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  reviewed  our  dismal  fears, 

'Twas  hard  to  think  they'd  vanished  so ; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrowed  field, 

His  scattered  seed  with  sadness  leaves, 
Will  shout  to  see  the  harvest  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  sheaves. 
Psalm  126.    second  part.    C.  M. 

WHEN  God  revealed  his  gracious  name, 
And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  "Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbours  cried, 

And  owned  the  power  divine ; 
"  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  replied, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness,  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come, 


PSALM  127.  225 

They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

6  Though  seed  lie  buried  long  in  dust, 
It  sha'n't  deceive  their  hope  ; 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost, 
For  grace  insures  the  crop. 

Psalm  127.    first  part.    L.  M. 

IF  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost 
And  pains  to  build  the  house  are  lost ; 
Jf  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  sleep. 

2  What  though  we  rise  before  the  sun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  sparing  eat  our  bread, 
To  shun  that  poverty  we  dread  ; 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  'till  God  hath  blest ; 
He  can  make  rich,  can  give  us  rest : 
On  God,  our  Sovereign,  still  depends 
Our  joy  in  children,  and  in  friends. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  sends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  ! 
How  sweet  our  daily  comforts  prove 
When  they  are  seasoned  with  his  love  ! 

Psalm  127.    second  part.    C.  M. 

F  God  to  build  the  house  deny, 
The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  towns  without  his  wakeful  eye, 
A  useless  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  arise, 
Your  painful  work  renew, 
And  till  the  stars  ascend  the  skies 
Your  tiresome  toil  pursue. 


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226  PSALM  128,  129. 

3  Short  be  your  sleep,  and  coarse  your  fare, 

In  vain,  till  God  has  blest ; 
But  if  his  smiles  attend  your  care, 
You  shall  have  food  and  rest. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  blessings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  sends, 
If  sent  without  his  love. 

Psalm  128.    C.  M. 

O  HAPPY  man,  whose  soul  is  filled, 
With  zeal  and  reverend  awe  ? 
His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 

2  A  careful  providence  shall  stand, 

And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  blessings  shed. 

3  Thy  wife  shall  be  a  fruitful  vine ; 

Thy  children,  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honour  shine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  shall  thy  best  hopes  fulfil 

For  months  and  years  to  come : 
The  Lord,  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 
Shall  send  thee  blessings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whose  happy  eyes, 

Shall  see  his  house  increase, 
Shall  see  the  sinking  church  arise, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

Psalm  129.    C.  M. 

XTP  from  my  youth,  may  Israel  say, 
J    Have  I  been  nursed  in  tears  ; 
My  griefs  were  constant  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 


PSALM  130.  227 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage, 

Of  all  the  sons  of  strife ; 
Oft  they  assailed  my  riper  age, 
But  God  preserved  my  life. 

3  0?er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 

Its  painful  wounds  impressed  ; 
Daily  they  vexed  my  fainting  heart, 
Nor  let  my  sorrows  rest. 

4  The  Lord  in  anger,  on  his  throne, 

With  an  impartial  eye, 
Measured  the  mischiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly 

5  How  was  their  insolence  surprised 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  seized 
With  horror  to  the  soul ! 

6  Thus  shall  the  men  that  hate  the  saints 

Be  blasted  from  the  sky  ; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all  their  prospects  die. 

7  What  though  they  flourish  tall  and  fair, 

They  have  no  root  beneath ; 
Their  growth  shall  perish  in  despair, 
And  lie  despised  in  death. 

8  So  corn  that  on  the  house-top  stands, 

No  hope  of  harvest  gives  ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  shall  fill  his  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  sheaves. 

Psalm  130.    first  part.    C.  M. 

OUT  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress, 
The  borders  of  despair, 
I  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  reach  thine  ear. 


228  PSALM  130. 

2  Great  God  !  should  thy  severer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 

For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 
Thy  Son  hath  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  I  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 

With  strong  desires  I  wait ; 
My  soul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate. 

5  Just  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 

Long  for  the  morning  skies, 
Watch  the  first  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes : 

6  So  waits  my  soul  to  see  thy  grace ; 

And  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  first  openings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day. 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Israel  trust, 

Let  Israel  seek  his  face ; 
The  Lord  is  good,  as  well  as  just, 
And  plenteous  is  his  grace. 

8  There 's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  sinners  long  enslaved; 

The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son? 

And  Israel  shall  be  saved. 

Psalm  130.    second  part.    L.  M. 

FROM  deep  distress  and  troubled  thoughts, 
To  thee,  my  God,  I  raised  my  cries  : 
If  thou  severely  mark  our  faults, 
No  flesh  can  stand  before  thine  eyes. 


PSALM  131,132.  229 

But  thou  hast  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Free  to  dispense  thy  pardons  there, 
That  sinners  may  approach  thy  lace, 

And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 
As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 

And  lon£,  and  wish  for  breaking  dav, 
So  waits  my  soul  before  thy  gate ; 

When  will  my  God  his  face  display  ? 
My  trust  is  fixed  upon  thy  word, 

Nor  shall  I  trust  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  souls  address  the  Lord, 

And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 
Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 

Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  our  feet  from  sinful  ways, 

And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 
Psalm  131.    CM. 

IS  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
Search,  gracious  God,  and  see : 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 

Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 
I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  still, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild ; 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 

And  peaceful  as  a  child. 
The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  ; 
Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  resigned, 

And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

Psalm  132.   first  part.    L.  M. 
"V17HERE  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find 

*  "  A  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  th'  Eternal  Mind, 
Among  the  sons  of  flesh  and  blood? 
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230  PSALM  132. 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chose  the  hill 

Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  rest ; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  still ; 

His  church  is  with  his  presence  blest. 

3  "  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 

And  reign  for  ever,"  saith  the  Lord ; 
"  Here  shall  my  power  and  love  be  known, 
And  blessings  shall  attend  my  word. 

4  "  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

And  fill  their  souls  with  living  bread  ; 
Sinners,  that  wait  before  my  door, 
With  sweet  provision  shall  be  fed. 

5  "  Girded  with  truth,  and  clothed  with  grace, 

My  priests,  my  ministers  shall  shine ; 
Not  Aaron,  in  his  costly  dress, 
Appears  so  glorious  and  divine. 

6  "  The  saints,  unable  to  contain 

Their  inward  joy,  shall  shout  and  sing : 
The  Son  of  David  here  shall  reign, 
And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King." 

7  Jesus  shall  see  a  numerous  seed 

Born  here  to  uphold  his  glorious  name  ; 
His  crown  shall  flourish  on  his  head, 

While  all  his  foes  are  clothed  with  shame. 

Psalm  132.    second  part.    C.  M. 

NO  sleep  nor  slumber  to  his  eyes 
Good  David  would  afford, 
Till  he  had  found  below  the  skies 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zion  placed  his  name, 
His  ark  was  settled  there  ; 
And  there  the  assembled  nation  came 
To  worship  thrice  a  year. 


PSALM  133.  231 

3  We  trace  no  more  those  toilsome  ways, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Where'er  thy  people  meet  for  praise, 
There  is  a  house  for  God. 

4  Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise, 

And  enter  to  thy  rest : 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

5  Enter,  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  spirit  and  thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

6  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows  ; 

Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread  ; 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  shine  ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne, 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honours  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 

Psalm  133.    first  part.   C.  M. 

LO !  what  an  entertaining  sight 
Those  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whose  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 
Of  harmony  and  love  ! 

2  Where  streams  of  bliss,  from  Christ  the  spring, 
Descend  to  every  soul ; 
And  heavenly  peace  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 


232  PSALM  133,  134. 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil,  divinely  blest, 

Which,  poured  on  Aaron's  head, 
Ran  down  his  beard,  perfumed  his  vest, 
And  round  its  fragrance  shed. 

4  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews, 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shows, 
And  makes  his  grace  distil. 

Psalm  133.    second  part.   S.  M. 

BLEST  are  the  sons  of  peace, 
Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

3  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head, 

They  poured  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  down  to  his  raiment  spread, 
And  pleasure  filled  the  room. 

4  Thus,  on  the  heavenly  hills 

The  saints  are  blest  above, 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

Psalm  134.   C.  M. 

TE  that  obey  th'  immortal  King, 
Attend  his  holy  place  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  power, 
And  bless  his  wondrous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 
And  send  your  souls  on  high ; 


PSALM  135.  233 

Raise  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  starry  sky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 
With  rays  of  quickening  grace; 
The  God  that  spreads  the  heavens  abroad, 
And  rules  the  swelling  seas. 

Psalm  135.    first  part.    L.  M. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 
While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  saints  that  to  his  house  belong, 
Or  stand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good; 

To  praise  his  name  is  sweet  employ ; 
Israel  he  chose  of  old,  and  still 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himself  will  judge  his  saints  ; 

He  treats  his  servants  as  his  friends  ; 
And  when  he  hears  their  sore  complaints, 
Repents  the  sorrows  that  he  sends. 

4  Through  every  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppressor's  rod ; 
He  gives  his  suffering  servants  rest, 
And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 

5  Bless  ye  the  Lord  who  taste  his  love, 

People  and  priests  exalt  his  name ; 
Among  his  saints  he  ever  dwells ; 
His  church  is  his  Jerusalem. 


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Psalm  135.    second  part.    L.  M. 
REAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 


Above  all  powers,  and  every  throne ; 
Whate'er  he  pleased  in  earth  and  sea, 
Or  heaven,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 
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234  PSALM  135. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rise, 

The  lightnings  flash,  the  thunders  roar ; 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempest  from  his  airy  store. 

3  'Twas  he  those  dreadful  tokens  sent, 

O  Egypt,  through  thy  stubborn  land, 
When  all  thy  first-born,  beasts  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings, 

He  slew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Israel,  whom  his  hand  redeemed, 
No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  slave ! 

5  His  power  the  same,  the  same  his  grace, 

That  saves  us  from  the  hosts  of  hell : 
And  heaven  he  gives  us  to  possess, 
Whence  those  apostate  angels  fell. 

Psalm  135.    third  part.   C.  M. 

AWAKE,  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  King, 
Your  sweetest  passions  raise ; 
Your  pious  pleasure,  while  you  sing, 
Increasing  with  the  praise. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  ; 
But  still  his  saints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treasure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heaven,  earth,  and  sea,  confess  his  hand  ; 

He  bids  the  vapours  rise ; 
Lightning  and  storm,  at  his  command, 
Sweep  through  the  sounding  skies. 

4  All  power,  that  gods  or  kings  have  claimed, 

Is  found  with  him  alone ; 
But  heathen  gods  should  ne'er  be  named 
Where  our  Jehovah  's  known. 


PSALM  136.  235 

5  Which  of  the  stocks  and  stones  they  trust, 

Can  give  them  showers  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worship  glittering  dust, 
And  pray  to  gold  in  vain. 

6  Their    gods    have    tongues    that    speechless 

prove, 
Such  as  their  makers  gave ; 
Their  feet  were  never  formed  to  move, 
Nor  hands  have  power  to  save. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray ; 
Mortals  that  wait  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they. 

8  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear ; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  honours  there. 

Psalm  136.    first  part.    C.  M. 

GIVE  thanks  to  God,  the  sovereign  Lord  ; 
His  mercies  still  endure ; 
And  be  the  King  of  kings  adored ; 
His  truth  is  ever  sure. 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wisdom  done  ! 

Howr  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
Heaven,  earth,  and  sea,  he  framed  alone : 
How  wide  is  his  command ! 

3  The  sun  supplies  the  day  with  light : 

How  bright  his  counsels  shine ! 
The  moon  and  stars  adorn  the  ni^ht : 
His  works  are  all  divine. 

4  He  struck  the  sons  of  Egypt  dead : 

How  dreadful  is  his  rod ! 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led : 
How  gracious  is  our  God ! 


236  PSALM  136. 

5  He  cleft  the  swelling  sea  in  two : 

His  arm  is  great  in  might ; 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  passage  through  : 
His  power  and  grace  unite. 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drowned  ; 

How  glorious  are  his  wavs  ! 
And  brought  his  saints  through  desert  ground  ; 
Eternal  be  his  praise. 

7  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 

Victorious  is  his  sword ; 
While  Israel  took  the  promised  land, 
And  faithful  is  his  word. 

8  He  saw  the  nations  dead  in  sin ; 

He  felt  his  pity  move : 
How  sad  the  state  the  world  was  in  ! 
How  boundless  was  his  love  ! 

9  He  sent  to  save  us  from  our  woe ; 

His  goodness  never  fails  : 
From  death  and  hell,  and  every  foe ; 
And  still  his  grace  prevails. 

10  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heavenly  King; 

His  mercies  still  endure : 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praises  sing ; 
His  truth  is  ever  sure. 

Psalm  136.    second  part.    P.  M. 

IVE  thanks  to  God  most  high, 
The  universal  Lord ; 
The  sovereign  King  of  kings : 
And  be  his  grace  adored. 
His  power  and  grace 
Are  still  the  same ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 


PSALM  136.  237 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 

What  wonders  hath  he  done ! 
He  formed  the  earth  and  seas, 
And  spread  the  heavens  alone. 
Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  still  endure ; 
And  ever  sure 
Abides  thy  word. 

3  His  wisdom  formed  the  sun 

To  crown  the  day  with  light ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  stars 
To  cheer  the  darksome  night. 
His  power  and  grace 
Are  still  the  same ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 

4  He  smote  the  first-born  sons, 

The  flower  of  Egypt,  dead ; 
And  thence  his  chosen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 
Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  still  endure ; 
And  ever  sure 
Abides  thy  word. 

5  His  power  and  lifted  rod 

Cleft  the  Red  Sea  in  two ; 
And  for  his  people  made 

A  wondrous  passage  through. 
His  power  and  grace 
Are  still  the  same  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there, 

With  all  his  host,  he  drowned  ; 


238  PSALM  136. 

And  brought  his  Israel  safe 
Through  a  long  desert  ground. 
Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  still  endure ; 
And  ever  sure 
Abides  thy  word. 

7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 

Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
While  his  own  servants  took 
Possession  of  their  land. 
His  power  and  grace 
Are  still  the  same ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 

S  He  saw  the  nations  lie, 
All  perishing  in  sin, 
And  pitied  the  sad  state 
The  ruined  world  was  in. 
Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  still  endure ; 
And  ever  sure 
Abides  thy  word. 

9  He  sent  his  only  Son 

To  save  us  from  our  woe, 
From  Satan,  sin,  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  foe. 

His  power  and  grace 
Are  still  the  same ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endless  praise. 

10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 

To  God  the  heavenly  King ; 
And  let  the  spacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  sing. 


PSALM  136.  239 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  still  endure ; 
And  ever  sure 

Abides  thy  word. 

Psalm  136.   third  part.    L.  M. 
f^l  IVE  to  our  God  immortal  praise  ; 
^*   Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown ; 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  : 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 
When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more. 

He  built  the  earth,  he  spread  the  sky, 
And  fixed  the  starry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

He  fills  the  sun  with  morning  light, 

He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night : 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  suns  and  moons  shall  shine  no  more. 

The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promised  land  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

He  saw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  sin, 

And  felt  his  pity  move  within  : 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  death  and  sin  shall  reign  no  more. 

He  sent  his  Son  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 


240  PSALM  137. 

8  Through  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  seat : 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 
When  this  vain  world  shall  he  no  more. 

Psalm  137.    first  part.    L.  M. 

BY  Babel's  stream  the  captives  sate, 
And  wept  for  Zion's  hapless  fate ; 
Useless  their  harps  on  willows  hung, 
While  foes  required  a  sacred  song. 

2  With  taunting  voice,  and  scornful  eye, 
u  Sing  us  a  song  of  heaven,''  they  cry: 
u  While  foes  deride  our  God  and  King, 
How  can  we  tune  our  harps,  or  sing  ? 

3  "  If  Zion's  woes  our  hearts  forget, 
Or  cease  to  mourn  for  Israel's  fate, 
Let  useful  skill  our  hands  forsake ; 
Our  hearts  with  hopeless  sorrow  break. 

4  "  Thou,  ruined  Salem,  to  our  eyes 
Each  day  in  sad  remembrance  rise  ! 
Should  we  e'er  cease  to  feel  thy  wrongs, 
Lost  be  our  joys  and  mute  our  tongues. 

5  "  Remember,  Lord,  proud  Edom's  sons, 
Who  cried,  exulting  at  our  groans, 
While  Salem  trembled  at  her  base, 

"  Rase  them  :  her  deep  foundations  rase." 

6  To  happier  days  our  bosoms  turn  ; 
Those  days  but  teach  us  how  to  mourn : 
The  God,  who  bade  his  mercy  flow, 

In  wrath  withdraws  his  blessing  now. 

7  Yet  still,  thy  name  be  ever  blest, 
On  thee  our  hope  shall  safely  rest : 
Zion  her  Saviour  soon  shall  see 
Arrayed  to  set  his  Israel  free. 


PSALM  137.  241 

Psalm  137.    second  part.    S.  M. 

I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  thine  abode  ; 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  O  God  ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  If  e'er  to  bless  thy  sons 

My  voice  or  hands  deny, 
These  hands  let  useful  skill  forsake, 
This  voice  in  silence  die. 

4  If  e'er  my  heart  forget 

Her  welfare,  or  her  woe, 
Let  every  joy  this  heart  forsake, 
And  every  grief  o'erflow. 

5  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  : 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
'Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

6  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways  ; 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

7  Jesus,  thou  friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour,  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

8  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 


242  PSALM  138,  139. 

Psalm  138.    L.  M. 
"VVTITH  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 

*  *      I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song : 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

2  I'll  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord  ; 
I'll  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  show. 

3  To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose ; 
He  heard  me  and  subdued  my  foes ; 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  diffused  through  all  my  soul. 

4  The  God  of  heaven  maintains  his  state, 
Frowns  on  the  proud  and  scorns  the  great ; 
But  from  his  throne  descends  to  bless 
The  humble  souls  that  trust  his  grace. 

5  Amidst  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

6  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrows  and  from  sins ; 
The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

Psalm  139.    first  part.    L.  M. 

LORD,   thou  hast  searched  and   seen   me 
through ; 
Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known ; 


PSALM  139.  243 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand, 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 
Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 
Oh  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast !, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 
Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

Psalm  139.    second  part.    L.  M. 

COULD  I  so  false,  so  faithless  prove, 
To  quit  thy  service  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  presence  shun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight, 
'Tis  there  thou  dwell'st  enthroned  in  light : 
Or  plunge  to  hell,  there  justice  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  the  western  sea, 
Thy  swifter  hand  would  first  arrive, 
And  there  arrest  thy  fugitive. 

Or  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight 
Beneath  the  spreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 
The  veil  of  night  is  no  disguise, 
No  screen  from  thy  all-searching  eyes ; 


244  PSALM  139. 

Thy  hand  can  seize  thy  foes  as  soon 
Through  midnight  shades,  as  blazing  noon. 

6  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee , 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  spy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

7  Oh  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Wherever  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there* 

Psalm  139.  third  part.    L.  M. 

MY  God,  what  irward  grief  I  feel, 
When  impious  men  transgress  thy  will 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane, 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  soul  detest  and  hate 
The  sons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 
Those  that  oppose  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  for  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  search  my  soul,  try  every  thought  ; 
Though  my  own  heart  accuse  me  not 
Of  walking  in  a  false  disguise, 

I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  secret  mischief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  some  unknown  sin  ? 
Oh  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  stray, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

Psalm  139.    fourth  part.  C.  M. 

IN  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee, 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 
2  Thy  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 
My  rising  and  my  rest, 


PSALM  139,  140.  245 

My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 

Before  they're  formed  within ; 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word. 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

4  Oh  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high, 

Where  can  a  creature  hide? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Enclosed  on  every  side. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

Psalm  139.    fifth  part.    C.  M. 

LORD,  when  1  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
They  strike  me  with  surprise ; 
Not  all  the  sands  that  spread  the  shore 
To  equal  numbers  rise. 

2  My  flesh  with  fear  and  wonder  stands, 

The  product  of  thy  skill ; 
And  hourly  blessings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  These  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep : 

Howr  kind,  howr  dear  to  me ! 
Oh  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  sleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee  ! 

Psalm  140.    C.  M. 

PROTECT  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm ; 
Behold  our  rising  woes  ; 
We  trust  alone  thy  powerful  arm, 
To  scatter  all  our  foes. 
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246  PSALM  141. 

2  Their  tongue  is  like  a  poisoned  dart, 

Their  thoughts  are  full  of  guile ; 
While  rage  and  carnage  swell  their  heart 
They  wear  a  peaceful  smile. 

3  O  God  of  grace !  thy  guardian  care, 

When  foes  without  invade, 
Or  spread  within  a  deeper  snare, 
Supplies  our  constant  aid. 

4  Let  falsehood  flee  before  thy  face, 

Thy  heavenly  truth  extend, 
All  nations  taste  thy  heavenly  grace, 
And  all  delusions  end. 

5  With  daily  bread  the  poor  supply, 

The  cause  of  justice  plead; 
And  be  thy  church  exalted  high, 
With  Christ,  the  glorious  head. 

Psalm  141.   L.  M. 

TIl/ITY  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 
IvJL  Lik;e  morning  incense,  in  thine  house, 
And  let  my  nightly  worship  rise 
Sweet  as  the  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  every  rash  and  heedless  word ; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  sinners  lead. 

3  Oh  may  the  righteous,  when  I  stray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wandering  way  ; 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  shed, 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  pressed  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heaven  for  their  relief; 

And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 


PSALM  142,  143.  247 

Psalm  142.    C.  M. 

TO  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known, 
From  God  I  sought  relief; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 

I  poured  out  all  my  grief. 
My  soul  was  overwhelmed  with  woes, 

My  heart  began  to  break ; 
My  God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows, 

Beholds  the  way  I  take. 
On  every  side  I  cast  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone, 
While  friends  and  strangers  passed  me  by, 

Neglected  or  unknown. 
Then  did  I  raise  a  louder  cry, 

And  called  thy  mercy  near, 
"  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 

Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 
Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know, 

I've  an  almighty  Friend. 
From  my  sad  prison  set  me  free, 

Then  shall  I  praise  thy  name, 
And  holy  men  shall  join  with  me, 

Thy  kindness  to  proclaim. 

Psalm  143.    first  part.    L.  M. 
Y  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
Hear  when  I  spread  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  for  succour  from  thy  throne ; 
Oh  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 
Let  judgment  not  against  me  pass; 
Behold,  thy  servant  pleads  thy  grace; 
Should  justice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 
No  man  alive  is  guiltless  there. 


248  PSALM  143. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  see 
The  mighty  woes  that  burthen  me; 
Down  to  the  dust  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  buried  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwell  in  darkness  and  unseen, 
My  heart  is  desolate  within  : 

My  thoughts  in  musing  silence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpse  of  hope, 
To  bear  my  sinking  spirits  up; 

I  stretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  thirst,  like  parched  lands  for  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  thirst,  I  pray,  I  mourn ; 
When  will  thy  smiling  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love  ? 

Psalm  143.    second  part.    L.  M. 

MY  God,  thy  long  delay  to  save 
Will  sink  thy  prisoner  to  the  grave ; 
My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye ; 
Make  haste  to  help  before  I  die. 

2  The  night  is  witness  to  my  tears, 
Distressing  pains,  distracting  fears  ; 
Oh  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  wearied  powers  rejoice ! 

3  In  thee  I  trust,  to  thee  I  sigh, 
And  lift  my  weary  soul  on  high ; 
For  thee  sit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tiresome  hours  away. 

4  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  show 
The  path  in  which  my  feet  should  go ; 
If  snares  and  foes  beset  the  road, 

I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 


PSALM  144.  249 

Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heavenly  hill : 
Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 
Then  shall  my  soul  no  more  complain, 
The  tempter  then  shall  rage  in  vain ; 
And  flesh,  and  sin,  my  foes  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  spirit  more. 

Psalm  144.  first  part.    C.  M. 

]^OR  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord, 
-     My  Saviour  and  my  Shield  ; 
He  sends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 
When  sin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

He  makes  my  soul  his  care ; 
Instructs  me  in  the  heavenly  fight, 

And  guards  me  through  the  war. 
A  friend  and  helper  so  divine 

My  fainting  hope  shall  raise ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  victory  mine, 
And  his  shall  be  the  praise. 

Psalm  144.    second  part.    C.  M. 

LORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
Born  of  the  earth  at  first  ? 
His  life  a  shadow,  light  and  vain, 

Still  hastening  to  the  dust. 
Oh  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 

Or  all  his  sinful  race, 
That  God  should  make  it  his  concern, 

To  visit  him  with  grace ! 
That  God  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 

Who  shakes  the  worlds  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown  ! 

How  wondrous  is  his  love ! 


250  PSALM  144,  145. 

Psalm  144.    third  part.    L.  M. 

HAPPY  the  city,  where  their  sons 
Like  pillars  round  a  palace  set, 
And  daughters,  bright  as  polished  stones, 
Give  strength  and  beauty  to  the  state. 

2  Happy  the  land  in  culture  drest, 

Whose  flocks  and  corn  have  large  increase 
Where  men  securely  work  or  rest, 

Nor  sons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endowed  ; 

But  more  divinely  blest  are  those 
On  whom  the  all-sufficient  God, 
Himself,  with  all  his  grace  bestows. 

Psalm  145.    first  part.    L.  M. 

MY  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  justice  I'll  proclaim ; 
Thy  bounty  flows  an  endless  stream ; 
Thy  mercy  swift,  thine  anger  slow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  stubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  sovereign  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine ; 

Let  every  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honour  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 


PSALM  145.  251 

But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds ; 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways, 
Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise  ! 

Psalm  145.    second  part.    C.  M. 
*¥"  OXG  as  I  live  I'll  bless  thy  name, 
-J"  My  King,  my  God  of  love; 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same, 

In  the  bright  world  above. 
Great  is  the  Lord,  his  power  unknown, 

And  let  his  praise  be  great: 
I'll  sing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 

Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 
Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue; 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  sacred  song 

Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 
Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 
Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 
Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known ; 
Thine  arm  of  power,  thy  heavenly  state, 

With  public  splendour  shown. 
The  world  is  managed  by  thy  hands, 

Thy  saints  are  ruled  by  love ; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  stands, 

Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

S3 

PSALM   145.    THIRD  PART.     C,  M. 

SWEET  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 
My  God,  my  heavenly  King  ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
In  sounds  of  glory  sing. 


252  PSALM  145. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food ; 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord  ! 

How  slow  thine  anger  moves ! 
But  soon  he  sends  his  pardoning  word 
To  cheer  the  souls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures  with  all  their  endless  race 

Thy  power  and  praise  proclaim ; 
But  saints,  that  taste  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 

Psalm  145.    fourth  part.   C.  M. 

LET  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 
Thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  strengthening  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  sorrow  bows  the  spirit  down, 

Or  virtue  lies  distressed 
Beneath  some  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourners  rest. 

3  The  Lord  supports  our  sinking  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  just  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pains  his  servants  feel, 

He  hears  his  children  cry  ; 
And  their  best  wishes  to  fulfil, 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 


PSALM  146.  253 

His  mercy  never  shall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  sincere  ; 
He  saves  the  souls,  whose  humble  love 

Is  joined  with  holy  fear. 

His  stubborn  foes  his  sword  shall  slay, 
And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain ; 

But  none  that  serve  the  Lord  shall  say, 
"  They  sought  his  aid  in  vain." 

My  lips  shall  dwell  upon  his  praise, 

And  spread  his  fame  abroad; 
Let  all  the  sons  of  Adam  raise 

The  honours  of  their  God. 

Psalm  146.    first  part.    L.  M. 

I3RAISE  ye  the  Lord :  my  heart  shall  join 
-     In  work  so  pleasant,  so  divine ; 
Now  while  the  flesh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  soul  ascends  to  God. 

Praise  shall  employ  my  noblest  powers, 
While  immortality  endures ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last. 

Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust  ? 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp,  and  power, 
And  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour. 

Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God :  he  made  the  sky, 
And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train ; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure ; 
He  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor ; 
He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace, 
And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 


254  PSALM  146. 

6  The  Lord  to  sight  restores  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress. 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

7  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns ; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

Psalm  146.   second  part.    P.  M. 

I'LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust  ? 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flesh  and  blood ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  power, 
And  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour ; 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promise  good. 

3  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God :  He  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train : 
His  truth  for  ever  stands  secure ; 
He  saves  th'  oppressed,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

1  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind ; 

He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace ! 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 


PSALM  147.  255 

5  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns : 
Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage ; 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

6  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

Psalm  147.    first  part.    L.  M. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord :  'tis  good  to  raise 
Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise : 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerusalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name : 
His  mercy  melts  the  stubborn  soul, 
And  makes  the  broken  spirit  whole. 

3  He  formed  the  stars,  those  heavenly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names ; 
His  sovereign  wisdom  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep,  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned. 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might, 
And  all  his  glories  infinite ; 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  just, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dust. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 

Who  spreads  his  clouds  around  the  sky ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  descend  in  vain. 


256  PSALM  147. 

6  He  makes  the  grass  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  smiling  fields  with  corn , 
The  beasts  with  food  his  hands  supply, 
And  feed  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  skill  or  force, 
The  vigorous  man,  the  warlike  horse, 
The  sprightly  wit,  the  active  limb ! 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  His  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight ; 

He  sees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

Psalm  147.    second  part.    L.  M. 

LET  Zion  praise  the  mighty  God, 
And  make  his  honours  known  abroad  ; 
For  sweet  the  joy  our  songs  to  raise, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praise. 

2  Our  children  live  secure  and  blest ; 
Our  shores  have  peace,  our  cities  rest ; 
He  feeds  our  sons  with  finest  wheat, 
And  adds  his  blessings  to  their  meat. 

3  The  changing  seasons  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains; 

His  flakes  of  snow  like  wool  he  sends, 
And  thus  the  springing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  frost  he  strews  the  ground  ; 
His  hail  descends  with  dreadful  sound ; 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 

And  terror  arms  his  wintry  cold. 

5  He  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow, 
The  ice  dissolves,  the  waters  flow  ; 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praise. 


PSALM  147.  257 

6  Through  all  our  land  his  laws  are  shown ; 
His  gospel  through  our  borders  known ; 
He  hath  not  thus  revealed  his  word 
To  every  land — Praise  ye  the  Lord. 

Psalm  147.  third  part.    C.  M. 

WITH  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud, 
Address  the  Lord  on  high ; 
Over  the  heavens  he  spreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessings  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  ravens  cry ; 
But  man,  who  tastes  his  finest  wheat, 
Should  raise  his  honours  high. 

4  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year ; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wintry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground ; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When  from  his  dreadful  stores  on  high 

He  pours  the  sounding  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  sends  his  word,  and  melts  the  snow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 
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258  PSALM  148. 

8  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  word ; 
With  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud, 
Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 

Psalm  148.    first  part.    P.  M. 

TE  tribes  of  Adam,  join 
With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praise. 
Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angels  bright, 
In  worlds  of  light, 
Begin  the  song. 

2  Thou  sun  with  dazzling  rays, 

And  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise, 
With  stars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  power  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

3  The  shining  worlds  above 

In  glorious  order  stand, 
Or  in  swift  courses  move, 
By  his  supreme  command. 
He  spake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came 
To  praise  the  Lord. 

4  He  moved  their  mighty  wheels 

In  unknown  ages  past, 
And  each  his  word  fulfils, 
While  time  and  nature  last. 

In  different  ways 
His  works  proclaim 


PSALM  148.  259 

His  wondrous  name, 

And  speak  his  praise. 
Psalm  148.    second  part.    P.  M. 

JET  all  the  earth-born  race, 
-^  And  monsters  of  the  deep, 
The  fish  that  cleave  the  seas 
Or  in  their  bosom  sleep ; 
From  sea  and  shore 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  still  display 

Their  Maker's  power. 

2  Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  snow, 

Praise  ye  th'  Almighty  Lord, 
And  stormy  winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightnings  shine, 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 

3  Ye  mountains  near  the  skies, 

With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  size, 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear ; 
Beasts,  wild  and  tame, 
Birds,  flies,  and  worms, 
In  various  forms 
Exalt  his  name. 

4  Rulers  and  judges,  fear 

The  Lord  the  sovereign  King, 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heavenly  honours  sing : 
Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  power  and  state 
Make  you  forget 
His  power  supreme. 


260  PSALM  148. 

5  Virgins  and  youths  engage 

To  sound  his  praise  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feeble  voices  join: 
Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  sung 
By  every  tongue 
In  endless  strains. 

6  Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  taste  his  love : 
While  earth  and  sky 
Attempt  his  praise, 
His  saints  shall  raise 
His  honours  high. 
Psalm  148.  third  part.    P.  M. 

BEGIN,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptured  thought  obey, 
And  praise  th'  Almighty's  name. 
Lo !  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 
To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

2  Ye  fields  of  light,  celestial  plains, 
Where  gay  transporting  beauty  reigns, 

Ye  scenes  divinely  fair  ; 
Your  Maker's  wondrous  power  proclaim, 
Tell  how  he  formed  your  shining  frame, 

And  breathed  the  fluid  air. 

3  Ye  angels  catch  the  thrilling  sound  ; 
While  all  th'  adoring  thrones  around 

His  boundless  mercy  sing  ; 
Let  every  listening  saint  above 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 

And  touch  the  sweetest  string. 


PSALM  148.  261 

4  Join,  ye  loud  spheres,  the  vocal  choir : 
Thou,  dazzling  orb  of  liquid  fire, 

The  mighty  chcrus  aid : 
Soon  as  gray  evening  gilds  the  plain, 
Thou,  moon,  protract  the  melting  strain, 

And  praise  him  in  the  shade. 

5  Let  every  element  rejoice  : 

Ye  thunders,  burst  with  awful  voice, 

To  him  who  bids  you  roll : 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 

And  breathe  it  to  the  soul. 

6  Let  man,  for  nobler  service  made, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  judging  head, 

In  heavenly  praise  employ  : 
Spread  his  tremendous  name  around, 
Till  heaven's  broad  arch  rings  back  the  sound, 

The  general  burst  of  joy. 

7  Ye,  whom  the  charms  of  grandeur  please, 
Nursed  on  the  downy  lap  of  ease, 

Fall  prostrate  at  his  throne ; 
Ye  princes,  rulers,  all  adore ; 
Praise  him  ye  Kings,  who  makes  your  power 

An  image  of  his  own. 

8  Let  youth  its  ardent  passions  move, 
To  praise  the  eternal  Source  of  love, 

With  all  its  hallowed  fire : 
Let  age  take  up  the  tuneful  lay, 
Sigh  his  blest  name,  then  soar  away, 

And  ask  an  angel's  lyre. 

9  Let  saints,  redeemed  from  death  and  hell, 
In  louder,  loftier  numbers  tell, 

The  wonders  of  his  grace: 


262  PSALM  148. 

Beyond  creation's  utmost  bounds, 
Above  her  noblest  sweetest  sounds, 
Declare  Jehovah's  praise. 

Psalm  148.    fourth  part.    L.  M. 

LOUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 
From    distant  worlds   where    creatures 
dwell : 
Let  heaven  begin  the  solemn  word, 
And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

2  The  Lord,  how  absolute  he  reigns  ! 

Let  every  angel  bend  the  knee ; 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heavenly  strains, 
And  speak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 

An  awful  throne  of  shining  bliss : 
Fly  through  the  world,  O  sun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  compared  to  his. 

4  Awake,  ye  tempests,  and  his  fame 

In  sounds  of  dreadful  praise  declare ; 
Let  the  sweet  whisper  of  his  name 
Fill  every  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 

To  join  their  praise  with  blazing  fire ; 
Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  sea 
In  this  eternal  song  conspire. 

6  Ye  flowery  plains  proclaim  his  skill ; 

Ye  valleys  sink  before  his  eye ; 
And  let  his  praise  from  every  hill 
Rise  tuneful  to  the  neighboring  sky. 

7  Ye  stubborn  oaks,  and  stately  pines, 

Bend  your  high  branches  and  adore : 
Praise  him,  ye  beasts,  in  different  strains ; 
The  lamb  must  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 


PSALM  148.  263 

8  Birds,  ye  must  make  his  praise  your  theme, 

Nature  demands  a  song  from  you  : 
While  the  dumb  fish  that  cut  the  stream. 
Leap  up,  and  mean  his  praises  too. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue 

When  nature  all  around  you  sings  ? 
Oh  for  a  shout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  swains  and  lofty  kings  ! 

10  Wide  as  his  vast  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  shout  his  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

1 1  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 

Oh  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue  ! 
But  saints,  who  best  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 

12  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord ; 
From  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord ! 

Psalm  148.    fifth  part.    S.  M. 

LET  every  creature  join 
To  praise  th'  eternal  God ; 
Ye  heavenly  hosts,  the  song  begin, 
And  sound  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  sun  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  starry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praise. 

3  He  built  those  worlds  above, 

And  fixed  their  wondrous  frame ; 
By  his  command  they  stand  or  move, 
And  ever  speak  his  name. 


264  PSALM  148. 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rise, 

Or  fall  in  showers  or  snow, 
Ye  thunders,  murmuring  round  the  skies, 
His  power  and  glory  show. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 

Agree  to  praise  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  storms  conspire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  be  expressed  ; 
But  saints,  that  taste  his  saving  love, 
Should  sing  his  praises  best. 

Psalm  148.    sixth  part.    S.  M. 

LET  earth  and  ocean  know 
They  owe  their  Maker  praise  : 
Praise  him,  ye  watery  worlds  below, 
And  monsters  of  the  seas. 

2  From  mountains  near  the  sky 

Let  his  high  praise  resound; 
From  humble  shrubs,  and  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  fields  around. 

3  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beasts  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  expects  your  praise. 

4  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praises  bear, 
Or  sit  on  flowery  boughs,  and  sing 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 

5  Ye  reptile  myriads,  join 

T'  exalt  his  glorious  name; 
And  flies,  in  beauteous  forms  that  shine, 
His  wondrous  skill  proclaim. 


PSALM  148, 149.  265 

6  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 
His  honours  be  expressed  ; 
But  saints  that  know  his  heavenly  grace, 
Should  learn  to  praise  him  best. 
Psalm  148.    seventh  part.   S.  M. 

MONARCHS  of  wide  command, 
Praise  ye  th'  eternal  King ; 
Judges,  adore  that  sovereign  hand, 
Whence  all  your  honours  spring. 

2  Let  vigorous  youth  engage 

To  sound  his  praises  high  ; 
Where  growing  babes  with  withering  age, 
Their  feeble  voices  try. 

3  United  zeal  be  shown 

His  wondrous  fame  to  raise ; 

God  is  the  Lord ;  his  name  alone 

Deserves  our  endless  praise. 

4  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  blest ; 
But  saints,  that  dwell  so  near  his  heart, 
Should  sing  his  praises  best. 

Psalm  149.    CM. 

ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
And  let  your  songs  be  new  ; 
Amidst  the  church,  with  cheerful  voice, 
His  later  wonders  show. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  sing  ; 
And  gentile  nations  join  the  praise, 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleasure  in  the  just, 

Whom  sinners  treat  with  scorn  ; 
The  meek,  that  lie  despised  in  dust, 
Salvation  shall  adorn. 


266  PSALM  150. 

4  Saints  shall  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed ; 
And  like  the  souls  in  glory  sing, 
For  God  shall  raise  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praise  shall  fill  their  tongues. 

Their  hand  shall  wield  the  sword: 
And  vengeance  shall  attend  their  songs, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Christ  his  judgment-seat  ascends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepared  for  all  his  friends, 
Who  humbly  loved  him  here. 

7  Then  shall  they  rule  with  iron  rod, 

Nations  that  dared  rebel, 
And  join  the  sentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doomed  to  hell. 

8  The  royal  sinners,  bound  in  chains, 

New  triumph  shall  afford  : 
Such  honour  for  the  saints  remains: 
Praise  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 

Psalm  1 50.    first  part.   C.  M. 

IN  God's  own  house  pronounce  his  praise, 
His  grace  he  there  reveals ; 
To  heaven  your  joy  and  wonder  raise, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  sacred  passions  move, 

While  you  rehearse  his  deeds ; 
But  the  great  work  of  saving  love 
Your  highest  praise  exceeds. 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life,  and  breath, 

Proclaim  your  Maker  blest; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  praise  him  best. 


DOXOLOGIES.  267 

Psalm  150.    second  part.   L.  M. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord;  all  nature  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  unite,  and  raise 
High  hallelujahs  to  his  praise. 

2  While  realms  of  joy,  and  worlds  around, 
Their  hallelujahs  high  resound ; 

Let  saints  below  and  saints  above, 
Exulting  sing  redeeming  love. 

Do  O 

3  As  instruments  well  tuned  and  strung, 
We'll  praise  the  Lord  with  heart  and  tongue; 
While  life  remains  we'll  loud  proclaim 

High  hallelujahs  to  his  name. 

4  Beyond  the  grave,  in  nobler  strains, 
When  freed  from  sorrow,  sin,  and  pains, 
Eternally  the  church  will  raise 

High  hallelujahs  to  his  praise. 


THE  CHRISTIAN  DOXOLOGY. 
L.  M. 

rpO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
J-    And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

C.  M. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 
Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 


268  DOXOLOGIES. 

Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  Word, 
And  new-creating  Breath. 

2  To  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  all  creation  join. 

C.  M. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

S.  M. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit  too. 

S.  M. 

TO  the  eternal  Three, 
In  will  and  essence  One, 
Be  universal  homage  paid, 
And  equal  honours  done. 

P.  M. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praise  and  glory  given, 
Through  all  the  worlds,  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 

P.  M. 
r¥X)  God  the  Father's  throne 
-*-    Perpetual  honours  raise  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise : 


DOXOLOGIES.  269 

With  all  our  powers, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing, 

While  faith  adores. 
10s. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  ever  blest, 
Eternal  praise  and  worship  be  addrest ; 
From  age  to  age,  ye  saints,  his  name  adore, 
And  spread  his  fame,  till  time  shall  be  no 
more- 

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HYMNS. 


Hymn  1.    L.  M. 

ERE   the   blue   heavens  were   stretched 
abroad, 
From  everlasting  was  the  Word  ; 
With  God  he  was ;  the  Word  was  God, 
And  must  divinely  be  adored. 

By  his  own  power  all  things  were  made ; 
By  him  supported  all  things  stand ; 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  head, 
And  angels  fly  at  his  command. 

Ere  sin  was  born,  or  Satan  fell, 
He  led  the  host  of  morning  stars  : 
(His  generation  who  can  tell, 
Or  count  the  number  of  his  years  ?) 

But  lo,  he  leaves  those  heavenly  forms ; 
The  Word  descends  and  dwells  in  clay, 
That  he  may  converse  hold  with  worms, 
Dressed  in  such  feeble  flesh  as  they. 

Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
Th'  eternal  Father's  only  Son ; 
How  full  of  truth,  how  full  of  grace, 
The  brightness  of  the  Godhead  shone! 

The  angels  leave  their  high  abode, 
To  learn  new  mysteries  here,  and  tell 
The  love  of  our  descending  God, 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 

271 


272  HYMN  2,  S. 

Hymn  2.   CM. 

AWAKE,  awake  the  sacred  song 
To  our  incarnate  Lord ; 
Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 

2  That  awful  Word,  that  sovereign  Power, 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  made ; 
(O  happy  morn  !  illustrious  hour  !) 
Was  once  in  flesh  arrayed ! 

3  Then  shone  almighty  power  and  love 

In  all  their  glorious  forms, 
When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 

4  To  dwell  with  misery  below, 

The  Saviour  left  the  skies ; 
And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  woe, 
That  worthless  man  might  rise. 

5  Adoring  Angels  tuned  their  songs, 

To  hail  the  joyful  day ; 
With  rapture  then,  let  mortal  tongues 
Their  grateful  worship  pay. 

6  What  glory,  Lord,  to  thee  is  due ! 

With  wonder  we  adore  ; 
But  could  we  sing  as  Angels  do, 
Our  highest  praise  were  poor. 

Hymn  3.   CM. 
^TAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
-^    And  crept  to  life  at  first,. 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  dust. 
2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  short  favours  borrowed  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 


HYMN  4.  273 

'Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave; 
He  gives,  and  (blessed  be  his  name) 

He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

Peace,  all  our  angry  passions  then, 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent  at  his  sovereign  will, 

And  every  murmur  die. 

If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 

Its  praises  shall  be  spread  ; 
And  we'll  adore  the  justice  too, 

That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 

Hymn  4.   C.  M. 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 

To  fill  an  empty  mind : 

Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites, 

The  rich  provision  taste. 

Ho !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die, 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst, 

With  springs  that  never  dry. 

Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here, 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 

Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 


274  HYMN  5. 

6  Ye  perishing  and  naked  poor, 

Who  work  with  mighty  pain, 
To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 
That  will  not  hide  your  sin ; 

7  Come  naked,  and  adorn  your  souls 

In  robes  prepared  by  God, 
Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
And  dyed  in  his  own  blood. 

8  Great  God  !  the  treasures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlasting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helpless  miseries  are, 
And  boundless  as  our  sins  ! 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

Hymn  5.    CM. 

HOW  glorious  is  the  sacred  place, 
Where  we  adoring  stand ; 
Zion  the  joy  of  all  the  earth, 
The  beauty  of  the  land. 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
The  walls  of  strong  salvation  made. 
Defy  the  assaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlasting  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling ; 
Enter,  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  statutes  of  your  King. 

4  Here  shall  you  taste  unmingled  joys, 

And  live  in  perfect  peace ; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventured  on  his  grace. 


HYMN  6,  7.  275 

5  Trust  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  trust, 

And  banish  all  your  fears ; 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 

6  What  though  the  rebels  dwell  on  high, 

His  arm  shall  bring  them  low ; 
Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave, 
Their  lofty  heads  shall  bow. 
Hymn  6.    CM. 

IN  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives 
To  gather  empty  wind  ; 
The  choicest  blessings  earth  can  yield 
Will  starve  a  hungry  mind. 

2  Our  God  will  every  want  supply, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace : 
He  gives  by  covenant  and  by  oath 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

3  Come,  and  he'll  cleanse  our  spotted  souls, 

And  wash  away  our  stains, 
In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son 
Poured  from  his  dying  veins. 

4  There  shall  his  sacred  spirit  dwell, 

And  deep  engrave  his  law ; 
And  every  motion  of  our  souls 
To  swift  obedience  draw. 

5  Thus  will  he  pour  salvation  down, 

And  we  shall  render  praise ; 
We  the  dear  people  of  his  love. 
And  he  our  God  of  grace. 

Hymn  7.    S.  M. 

HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ; 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 


276  HYMN  8. 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice ! 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are  ! 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

Hymn  8.    L.  M. 

THERE  was   an  hour  when  Christ   re- 
joiced, 
And  spoke  his  joy  in  words  of  praise ; 
"  Father,  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
Lord  of  the  earth,  and  heavens,  and  seas. 

2  "  I  thank  thy  sovereign  power  and  love, 
That  crowns  my  doctrine  with  success ; 
And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
The  heights,  and  breadths,  and  lengths  of 

grace. 

3  "  But  all  this  glory  lies  concealed 
From  men  of  prudence  and  of  wit ; 

The  prince  of  darkness  blinds  their  eyes, 
And  their  own  pride  resists  the  light. 

4  "  Father,  'tis  thus,  because  thy  will 
Chose  and  ordained  it  should  be  so  ; 


HYMN  9,10.  277 

'Tis  thy  delight  t'  abase  the  proud, 
And  lay  the  haughty  scorner  low. 

5  "  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right, 
But  those  that  learn  it  from  the  Son ; 
Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  received, 

But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known." 

6  Then  let  our  souls  adore  our  God, 
That  deals  his  graces  as  he  please  ; 
Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account, 
Or  of  his  actions  or  decrees. 

Hymn  9.    L.  M. 

THE  lands  that  long  in  darkness  lay, 
Now  have  beheld  a  heavenly  light ; 
Nations  that  sat  in  death's  cold  shade, 
Are  blest  with  beams  divinely  bright. 

2  The  virgin's  promised  Son  is  born  ; 
Behold  the  expected  child  appear ! 
What  shall  his  names  or  titles  be  ? 
"  The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor  P 

3  The  government  of  earth  and  seas 
Upon  his  shoulders  shall  be  laid  : 
His  wide  dominions  shall  increase, 
And  honours  to  his  name  be  paid. 

4  Jesus,  the  holy  child,  shall  sit 
High  on  his  Father  David's  throne ; 
Shall  crush  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 
And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 

Hymn  10.    L.  M. 

"V^HO  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 
*  *     'Tis  God  that  justifies  their  souls  ; 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 
2  a 


278  HYMN  11. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell  ? 

'Tis  Christ  that  suffered  in  their  stead  ; 
And  the  salvation  to  fulfil, 

Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead ! 

3  He  lives  !  he  lives,  and  sits  above, 

For  ever  interceding  there  : 
Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love  ? 
Or  what  shall  tempt  us  to  despair  ? 

4  Shall  persecution  or  distress, 
Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  ? 

He  that  hath  loved  us,  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors  too. 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  power, 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour : 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope  ; 
Nor  can  we  sink  with  such  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 
Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ  our  love. 

Hymn  11.    L.  M. 

LET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy  day ;" 
Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Leaning  on  all-sufficient  grace. 

2  I  glory  in  infirmity, 
That  Christ's  own  power  may  rest  on  me ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong, 
Grace  is  my  shield,  and  Christ  my  song. 

$  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 
All  sufferings,  if  my  Lord  be  there ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  sustains. 


HYMN  12,  13.  279 

4  Bat  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone, 
When  new  temptations  spring  and  rise, 
We  find  how  great  our  weakness  is. 

Hymn  12.   C.  M. 

f\  FOR  an  overcoming  faith 
^*  To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monster,  Death, 
And  all  his  frightful  powers ! 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 

My  quivering  lips  should  sing, 
"  Where  is  thy  boasted  victory,  grave  ? 
And  where  the  monster's  sting  ?" 

3  If  sin  be  pardoned,  I'm  secure ; 

Death  hath  no  sting  beside ; 
The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  power ; 
But  Christ,  my  ransom,  died. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  us  conquerors  while  we  die, 
Through  Christ,  our  living  head. 

Hymn  13.   CM. 

HEAR   what  the  voice  from  heaven  pro- 
claims 
For  all  the  pious  dead ! 
Sweet  is  the  savour  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blessed ; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  sin  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They're  present  with  the  Lord ; 


280  HYMN  14,  15. 

The  labours  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

Hymn  14.   C.  M. 

AWAKE  my  hea*rt,  arise  my  tongue, 
Prepare  a  tuneful  voice ; 
In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  Tis  he  adorned  my  naked  soul, 

And  made  salvation  mine ; 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
He  makes  his  graces  shine. 

3  And  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot 

Should  on  my  soul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  cast  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heavenly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear ! 
These  ornaments  how  bright  they  shine ! 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

5  The  Spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love, 

And  hope  and  every  grace ; 

But  Jesus  spent  his  life  to  work 

The  robe  of  righteousness. 

6  Strangely,  my  soul,  art  thou  arrayed 

By  the  great  sacred  Three! 
In  sweetest  harmony  of  praise 
Let  all  thy  powers  agree. 

Hymn  15.   C.  M. 

LO,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  skies  : 


HYMN  16.  281 

2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  resides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing, 
"  Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King ! 

4  "  The  God  of  glory  clown  to  men 

Removes  his  blest  abode ; 
Men  the  dear  objects  of  his  love, 
And  he  their  gracious  God. 

5  "  His  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the  tears 

From  every  weeping  eye ; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
And  death  itself  shall  die." 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ! 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

Hymn  16.    C.  M. 

BLEST  be  the  everlasting  God, 
The  Father  of  our  Lord ; 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  praised, 
His  majesty  adored. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  raised  his  Son 

And  called  him  to  the  sky, 

He  gave  our  souls  a  lively  hope, 

That  they  should  never  die. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  sins  require 

Our  flesh  to  see  the  dust ; 
Yet  as  the  Lord  our  Saviour  rose, 
So  all  his  followers  must. 
2  a  2 


282  HYMN  17. 

4  There 's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Reserved  against  that  day : 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undefiled, 
And  cannot  fade  away. 

5  Saints  by  the  power  of  God  are  kept, 

Till  the  salvation  come  ; 
We  walk  by  faith  as  strangers  here, 
Till  Christ  shall  call  us  home. 

Hymn  17.    C.  M. 
(EATH  may  dissolve  my  body  now, 
And  bear  my  spirit  home : 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  so  slow, 
Nor  my  salvation  come  ? 

2  With  heavenly  weapons  I  have  fought 

The  battles  of  the  Lord, 
Finished  my  course,  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  sure  reward. 

3  God  has  laid  up  in  heaven  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade; 
The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day, 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone ; 
But  all  that  love,  and  long  to  see 
The  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jesus,  the  Lord,  shall  guard  me  safe 

From  every  ill  design  ; 
And  to  his  heavenly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  soul  of  mine. 

6  God  is  my  everlasting  aid, 

And  hell  shall  rage  in  vain  ; 

To  him  be  highest  glory  paid, 

And  endless  praise — Amen. 


HYMN  18,  19.  283 

Hymn  18.   L.  M. 

IN  thine  own  ways.  O  God  of  love, 
We  wait  the  visits  of  thy  grace  ! 
Our  soul's  desire  is  to  thy  name, 
And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 

2  My  thoughts  are  searching,  Lord,  for  thee, 
Mid  the  black  shades  of  lonesome  night ; 
My  earnest  cries  salute  the  skies, 

Before  the  dawn  restores  the  light. 

3  Look,  how  rebellious  men  deride 
The  tender  patience  of  my  God : 
But  they  shall  see  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  feel  the  scourges  of  thy  rod. 

4  Hark  !  the  eternal  rends  the  sky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 
A  voice  of  music  to  his  friends, 
Of  threatening  thunder  to  his  foes. 

5  "  Come,  children,  to  your  Father's  arms, 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace, 
Till  the  fierce  storms  be  overblown, 
And  my  revenging  fury  cease. 

6  "  My  sword  shall  boast  its  thousands  slain, 
And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 
While  heavenly  peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  its  soft  and  shady  wings." 

Hymn  19.    C.  M. 

WHENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arise? 
And  where's  our  courage  fled  ? 
Has  restless  sin  and  raging  hell 
Struck  all  our  comforts  dead  ? 
2  Have  we  forgot  th'  Almighty  name 
That  formed  the  earth  and  sea  ? 
And  can  an  all-creating  arm 
Grow  weary  or  decay  ? 


284  HYMN  20. 

3  Treasures  of  everlasting  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell : 
He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  power  shall  fade  and  die, 

And  youthful  vigour  cease ; 
But  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  strength  increase. 

5  The  saints  shall  mount  on  eagles'  wings, 

And  taste  the  promised  bliss, 
Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfect  pleasure  is. 

Hymn  20.  C.  M. 

NOW  shall  my  inward  joys  arise, 
And  burst  into  a  song ; 
Almighty  love  inspires  my  heart, 
And  pleasure  tunes  my  tongue. 

2  God  on  his  thirsty  Sion-hill 

Some  mercy-drops  has  thrown, 
And  solemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 
To  shower  salvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Suspicions  and  complaints  ? 

Is  he  a  God,  and  shall  his  grace 

Grow  weary  of  his  saints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And  'mongst  a  thousand  tender  thoughts 
Her  suckling  have  no  room  ? 

5  "  Yet,  saith  the  Lord,  should  nature  change, 

And  mothers  monsters  prove, 
Sion  still  dwells  upon  the  heart 
Of  everlasting  love. 


HYMN  21,  22.  285 

6  "  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 
I  have  engraved  her  name : 
My  hands  shall  raise  her  ruined  walls, 
And  build  her  broken  frame." 
Hymn  21.    L.  M. 

AWAKE  our  souls,  (away  our  fears, 
Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone,) 
Awake  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God 

That  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint ; 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 

Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply ; 

While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 

Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode : 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heavenly  road. 

Hymn  22.    C.  M. 

HOW  strong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God, 
Who  would  not  fear  thy  name! 
Jesus,  how  sweet  thy  graces  are! 
Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb ! 

2  He  has  done  more  than  Moses  did, 
Our  Prophet  and  our  King : 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  souls, 
And  taught  our  lips  to  sing. 


286  HYMN  23. 

3  In  the  Red  Sea,  by  Moses'  hand, 

Th'  Egyptian  host  was  drowned; 
But  his  own  blood  hides  all  our  sins, 
And  guilt  no  more  is  found. 

4  When  through  the  desert  Israel  went, 

With  manna  they  were  fed  : 
Our  Lord  invites  us  to  his  flesh, 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Moses  beheld  the  promised  land, 

Yet  never  reached  the  place : 
But  Christ  shall  bring  his  followers  home, 
To  see  his  Father's  face. 

6  Then  will  our  love  and  joy  be  full, 

And  feel  a  warmer  flame, 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

Hymn  23.    S.  M. 

HPO  God  the  only  wise, 
-*-    Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 


HYMN  24,  25.  287 

To  our  Redeemer  God, 

Wisdom  and  power  belongs, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 

And  everlasting  songs. 

Hymn  24.    L.  M. 

'r  |  ^  WAS  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 

•*-    "Go  teach  the  nations,  and  baptize." 
The  nations  have  received  the  word, 

Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 
He  sits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 

With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
And  sends  his  covenant  with  the  seals, 

To  bless  the  distant  Christian  lands. 
"  Repent  and  be  baptized,"  he  saith, 

"For  the  remission  of  your  sins;" 
And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faith, 

And  shows  us  what  the  Gospel  means. 
Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 

As  water  makes  the  body  clean; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 

Descends  like  purifying  rain. 
Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee. 

And  seal  our  covenant  with  the  Lord ; 
O  may  the  great  eternal  Three 

In  heaven  our  solemn  vows  record ! 

Hymn  25.    L.  M. 

|^  OD,  who  in  various  methods  told 
^J  His  mind  and  will  to  saints  of  old, 
Sent  his  own  Son  with  truth  and  grace, 
To  teach  us  in  these  latter  days. 
Our  nation  reads  the  written  word, 
That  book  of  life,  that  sure  record  : 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heaven 
Is  by  the  sweet  conveyance  given. 


288  HYMN  26. 

3  God's  kindest  thoughts  are  here  expressed, 
Able  to  make  us  wise  and  blessed; 
The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof  and  comfort  too. 

Hymn  26.    CM. 

BACKWARD  with  humble  shame  we  look, 
On  our  original ; 
How  is  our  nature  dashed  and  broke, 
In  our  first  father's  fall ! 

2  To  all  that 's  good  averse  and  blind, 

But  prone  to  all  that 's  ill, 
What  dreadful  darkness  veils  our  mind  ! 
How  obstinate  our  will ! 

3  How  strong  in  our  degenerate  blood 

The  old  corruption  reigns, 
And,  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood, 
Wanders  through  all  our  veins  ! 

4  Wild  and  unwholesome  as  the  root, 

Will  all  the  branches  be ; 
How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit 
From  such  a  deadly  tree  ? 

5  What  mortal  power  from  things  unclean 

Can  pure  productions  bring  ? 
Who  can  command  a  vital  stream 
From  an  infected  spring  ? 

6  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wondrous  love 

Can  make  our  nature  clean, 
While  Christ  and  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death,  and  sin. 

7  The  second  Adam  shall  restore 

The  ruins  of  the  first ; 
Hosanna  to  that  sovereign  power 
That  new  creates  our  dust. 


HYMN  27,  28.  289 

Hymn  27.    L.  M. 

kJOW  to  the  Lord,  that  makes  us  know 
The  wonders  of  his  dying  love, 
Be  humble  honours  paid  below, 

And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 
'Twas  he  that  cleansed  our  foulest  sins, 

And  washed  us  in  his  richest  blood ; 
'Tis  he  that  makes  us  priests  and  kings, 

And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 
To  Jesus  our  atoning  Priest, 

To  Jesus  our  exalted  King, 
Be  everlasting  power  confessed, 

And  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 
Behold  on  flying  clouds  he  comes, 

And  every  eye  shall  see  him  move ; 
Though  with  our  sins  we  pierced  him  once, 

Then  he  displays  his  pardoning  love, 
The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail, 

While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day  : 
Come,  Lord,  nor  let  thy  promise  fail, 

Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay. 

Hymn  28.   CM. 

/f^OME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 

^   With  angels  round  the  throne  : 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues  ; 

But  all  their  joys  are  one. 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  :" 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 

"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 
Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 

And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 
2b 


290  HYMN  29,  30. 

4  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

Hymn  29.    L.  M. 

WHAT  equal  honours  shall  we  bring 
To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name ! 

2  Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, 

The  Prince  of  Peace  that  groaned  and  died, 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Power  and  dominion  are  his  due, 

Who  stood  condemned  at  Pilate's  bar ; 
Wisdom  belongs  to  Jesus  too, 

Though  he  was  charged  with  madness  here 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right, 

Yet  he  sustained  amazing  loss  ; 
To  him  ascribe  eternal  might, 

Who  left  his  weakness  on  the  cross. 

5  Honour  immortal  must  be  paid, 

Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn ; 
While  glory  shines  around  his  head, 
And  a  bright  crown  without  a  thorn. 

6  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men : 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say — Amen. 
Hymn  30.    S.  M. 

BEHOLD  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  has  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God  ! 


HYMN  31.  291 

2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing, 

That  we  should  be  unknown  ; 
The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne  ; 
My  faith  shall  Abba,  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

Hymn  31.    L.  M. 

THOU  whom  my  soul  admires  above 
All  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know, 
Where  doth  thy  sweetest  pasture  grow  ? 

2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock, 
That  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  sheep, 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  Why  should  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  seek  another  love. 


292  HYMN  32,  33. 

Hymn  32.    L.  M. 
"HEN  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell, 
What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell ; 
Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  may  seek  and  love  him  too. 
My  best  Beloved  keeps  his  throne 
On  hills  of  light  in  worlds  unknown  ; 
But  he  descends,  and  shows  his  face 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 
O  may  my  spirit  daily  rise 
On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies, 
Till  death  shall  make  my  last  remove, 
To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  love. 

Hymn  33.    L.  M. 

GOD  of  the  morning,  at  thy  voice 
The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies. 
From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east 

The  circuit  of  his  race  begins 
And,  without  weariness  or  rest, 

Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  shines. 
Oh,  like  the  sun,  may  I  fulfil 

Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day, 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will, 

March  on,  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 
But  I  shall  rove  and  lose  the  race, 

If  God,  my  sun,  should  disappear, 
And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wild  maze, 

To  follow  every  wandering  star. 
Lord,  thy  commands  are  clean  and  pure, 

Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes ; 
Thy  threatenings  just,  thy  promise  sure, 

Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise. 


HYMN  34,35.  293 

6  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss ; 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside, 

Are  faint  and  cold  compared  with  this. 

Hymn  34.    L.  M. 

THUS  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days, 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 
%J  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep, 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 
While  well  appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  In  vain  the  sons  of  earth  or  hell 

Tell  me  a  thousand  frightful  things ; 
My  God  in  safety  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  his  wings. 

5  Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear : 

O  may  thy  presence  ne'er  depart ! 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  thy  heart. 
5  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  the  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

Hymn  35.   L.  M. 

MY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love  ! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 
2b2 


294  HYMN  36,  37. 

2  Thou  spreadest  the  curtain  of  the  night, 

Great  guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command, 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

Hymn  36.   C.  M. 

NOT  from  the  dust  affliction  grows, 
Nor  troubles  rise  by  chance ; 
Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes  ! 
A  sad  inheritance ! 

2  As  sparks  break  out  from  burning  coals, 

And  still  are  upwards  borne ; 
So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  souls, 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn. 

3  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  cause, 

And  trust  his  promised  grace ; 
He  rules  me  by  his  well  known  laws, 
Of  love  and  righteousness. 

4  Not  all  the  pains  that  e'er  I  bore, 

Shall  spoil  my  future  peace, 
For  death  and  hell  can  do  no  more, 
Than  what  my  Father  please. 
Hymn  37.   L.  M. 

THUS  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 
"  I  sit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
My  name  is  God ;  I  dwell  on  high ; 
Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 
2  "  But  I  descend  to  worlds  below  ; 
On  earth  I  have  a  mansion  too ; 
The  humble  spirit  and  contrite 
Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 


HYMN  38.  295 

3  "  The  humble  soul  my  words  revive, 
I  bid  the  mourning  sinner  live : 
Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind. 

4  "When  I  contend  against  their  sin, 

I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been; 
But  should  my  wrath  for  ever  smoke, 
Their  souls  would  sink  beneath  my  stroke." 

5  O  may  thy  pardoning  grace  be  nigh, 
Lest  we  should  faint,  despair,  and  die ! 
Thus  shall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chastening  love. 

Hymn  38.    L.  M. 

LIFE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  given 
T'  escape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die ; 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie ; 

Their  memory  and  their  sense  are  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  Their  hatred  and  their  love  are  lost, 
Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust ; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that 's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun. 

5  Then,  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith  nor  hope  beneath  the  ground. 


296  HYMN  39,  40. 

6  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  past 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair, 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

Hymn  39.    L.  M. 

TE  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young, 
Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongue, 
Taste  the  delights  your  souls  desire, 
And  give  a  loose  to  all  your  fire. 

2  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts, 
His  book  records  your  secret  faults : 
The  works  of  darkness  you  have  done 
Must  all  appear  before  the  sun. 

3  The  vengeance  to  your  follies  due 

Should  strike  your  hearts  with  terror  through  ; 
How  will  ye  stand  before  his  face, 
Or  answer  for  his  injured  grace? 

4  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  these  alluring  vanities  ; 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  souls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

Hymn  40.    L.  M- 

NOW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 
Remember  your  Creator,  God  : 
Behold,  the  months  come  hastening  on, 
When  you  shall  say,  "  My  joys  are  gone." 

2  Behold,  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  The  dust  returns  to  dust  again ; 
The  soul,  in  agonies  of  pain, 
Ascends  to  God ;  not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom,  and  sinks  to  hell. 


HYMN  41,  42.  297 

Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am ; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 

Hymn  41.    CM. 

YAIN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 
On  their  own  works  have  built ; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  all  unclean, 

And  all  their  actions  guilt. 
Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murmuring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 

Guilty  before  the  Lord. 
In  vain  we  ask  God's  righteous  law 

To  justify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn 

Is  all  the  law  can  do. 
Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace ! 

When  in  thy  name  we  trust, 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 

That  makes  the  sinner  just. 

Hymn  42.    CM. 

NOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
Nor  rites  that  God  has  given, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 

Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 
The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  : 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 

A  new  peculiar  race. 
The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 

Blows  on  the  sons  of  flesh, 
New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 

And  forms  the  man  afresh. 


298  HYMN  43,  44. 

4  Our  quickened  souls  awake  and  rise 
From  the  long  sleep  of  death  ; 
On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 
And  praise  employs  our  breath. 
Hymn  43.    L.  M. 

BURIED  in  shadows  of  the  night, 
We  lie  till  Christ  restores  the  light ; 
Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chase  the  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  Our  guilty  souls  are  drowned  in  tears, 
Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  : 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  distress, 

And  sing,  "  The  Lord  our  righteousness." 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mixed  with  sin; 
His  Spirit  makes  our  nature  clean ; 
Such  virtues  from  his  sufferings  flow, 
At  once  to  cleanse  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains ; 
He  sets  the  prisoners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

5  Poor  helpless  worms  in  thee  possess 
Grace,  wisdom,  power,  and  righteousness ; 
Thou  art  our  mighty  all,  and  we 

Give  our  whole  selves,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 

Hymn  44.    S.  M. 

HOW  heavy  is  the  night 
That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
Till  Christ,  with  his  reviving  light, 
Over  our  souls  arise ! 
2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  heaven ; 
But,  in  his  righteousness  arrayed, 
We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 


HYMN  45,  46.  299 

Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways ; 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure 

With  sanctifying  grace. 
The  powers  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  souls  in  vain  ; 
He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 

And  breaks  the  cursed  chain. 
Lord,  we  adore  thy  ways, 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
Thy  sovereign  power,  thy  healing  grace, 

And  thy  atoning  blood. 

Hymn  45.   L.  M. 
^TOT  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men 
-L^    Did  Christ  the  Son  of  God  appear; 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen, 

No  flaming  sword,  nor  thunder  there. 
Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 

He  loved  the  race  of  man  so  well, 
He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 
Sinners,  believe  the  Saviours  word, 

Trust  in  his  mighty  name  and  live ; 
A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 

Hymn  46.    L.  M. 

XMjTHO  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 

*  "     Through  all  the  courts  of  paradise, 
To  see  a  prodigal  return, 
To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 
With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love ; 
The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 


300  HYMJN  47. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  he  formed  anew  ! 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

Hymn  47.  L.  M. 

BLEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  given, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heaven. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blest  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war  ; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 

And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness  ; 
They  shall  be  well  supplied  and  fed 
With  livino-  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  bowels  move, 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Christ  the  Lord  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Blest  are  the  pure,  whose  hearts  are  clean, 
From  the  defiling  power  of  sin  ; 

With  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 
A  God  of  spotless  purity. 

7  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 

Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife ; 
They  shall  be  called  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 


HYMN  48,  49.  301 

8  Blest  are  the  sufferers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 
Hymn  48.    CM. 

I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Or  to  defend  his  cause, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

Hymn  49.    CM. 

TWTOT  the  malicious  or  profane, 
-^    The  wanton  or  the  proud, 
Nor  thieves,  nor  slanderers  shall  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  God. 

2  Surprising  grace !  and  what  were  we 

By  nature  and  by  sin  ? 
Heirs  of  immortal  misery, 
Unholy  and  unclean. 

3  But  we  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood, 

We're  pardoned  through  his  name  ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
Hath  sanctified  our  frame. 
2c 


302  HYMN  50,  51. 

4  O  for  a  persevering  power, 

To  keep  thy  just  commands  ! 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 

Hymn  50.    CM. 
TVT  OR  eye  has  seen,  nor  ear  has  heard, 
-L^    Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  those  that  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heaven  to  come ; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame ; 
None  shall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life, 

There  all  their  names  are  found  ; 
The  hypocrite  in  vain  shall  strive 
To  tread  the  heavenly  ground. 

Hymn  51.    S.  M. 

NOT  with  our  mortal  eyes 
Have  we  beheld  the  Lord  ; 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
And  love  him  in  his  word. 
2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face, 
Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 


HYMN  52,  53.  303 

And  when  we  taste  thy  love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 

And  heaven  begins  below. 
Hymn  52.    L.  M. 
1VTO  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 
-^    Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 

To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son.  * 
Now  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 

And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 
Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

AH  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake : 
O  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 

And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 
The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne ; 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands 

By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 
Hymn  53.   CM. 

THERE  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands, 
Eternal  and  on  high; 
And  here  my  spirit,  waiting,  stands, 

Till  God  shaU  bid  it  fly. 
Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Must  be  dissolved  and  fall ; 
Then,  O  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heavenly  Father's  call. 
'Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heaven  ; 
And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 

Has  his  own  Spirit  given. 


304  HYMN  54. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come ; 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word ; 
But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 
We're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  wre  had  rather  see; 
We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 
And  present,  Lord,  with  thee. 

Hymn  54.    CM. 

LORD,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults ; 
How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 
Foolish  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts, 
And  all  our  lives  wrere  sin. 

2  But,  O  my  soul,  for  ever  praise, 

For  ever  love  his  name ; 
Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dangerous  ways 
Of  folly,  sin,  and  shame. 

3  'Tis  not  by  works  of  righteousness 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done ; 
But  wre  are  saved  by  sovereign  grace, 
Abounding  through  his  Son. 

4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 

That  all  our  hopes  begin ; 
'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  souls  are  washed  from  sin. 

5  'Tis  through  the  purchase  of  his  death, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The  Spirit  is  sent  down  to  breathe 
On  such  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Raised  from  the  dead,  wTe  live  anew ; 

And,  justified  by  grace, 
We  shall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  see  our  Father's  face. 


HYMN  55,  56.  305 

Hymn  55.   C.  M. 

HOW  large  the  promise,  how  divine, 
To  Abraham  and  his  seed ! 
44  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 

Supplying  all  their  need." 
The  words  of  his  extensive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure : 
The  angel  of  the  covenant  proves, 

And  seals  the  blessing  sure. 
Jesus  the  ancient  faith  confirms 

To  our  great  fathers  given  : 
He  takes  young  children  to  his  arms, 

And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 
Our  God !  how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 

His  love  endures  the  same ; 
Xor  from  the  promise  of  his  grace 

Blots  out  the  children's  name. 

Hymn  56.    C.  M. 

GEXTILES  by  nature,  we  belong 
To  the  wild  olive-wood  ; 
Grace  takes  us  from  the  barren  tree, 

And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 
With  the  same  blessings  grace  endows 

The  Gentile  and  the  Jew : 
If  pure  and  holy  be  the  root, 

Such  are  the  branches  too. 
Now,  let  the  children  of  the  saints 

Be  dedicate  to  God  ! 
Pour  out  thy  Spirit  on  them,  Lord, 

And  wash  them  in  thy  blood. 
Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  seed 

Shall  thy  salvation  come, 
And  numerous  households  meet  at  last 

In  one  eternal  home. 
2c2 


306  HYMN  57,  58. 

Hymn  57.    C.  M. 

LORD,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 
And  felt  no  inward  dread ! 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 

And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright ; 

But  since  the  precept  came, 
With  a  convincing  power  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  My  guilt  appeared  but  small  before, 

Till  terribly  I  saw 
How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure, 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load, 

My  sins  revived  again  ; 
I  had  provoked  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  slain. 

5  I'm  like  a  helpless  captive,  sold 

Under  the  power  of  sin ; 
I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would, 
Nor  keep  my  conscience  clean. 

6  My  God,  I  cry  with  every  breath, 

For  some  kind  power  to  save, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave. 

Hymn  58.    S.  M. 
^f^HE  law  by  Moses  came, 
-■-    But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love, 
Were  brought  by  Christ  (a  nobler  name) 
Descending  from  above. 

2  Amidst  the  house  of  God 

Their  different  works  were  done  ; 
Moses,  a  faithful  servant  stood, 
But  Christ,  a  faithful  Son. 


HYMN  59,  60.  307 

Then,  to  his  new  commands 

Be  strict  obedience  paid  ; 
O'er  all  his  Father's  house  he  stands 

The  sovereign  and  the  head. 
The  man  that  durst  despise 

The  law  that  Moses  Drought, 
Behold !  how  terribly  he  dies 

For  his  presumptuous  fault. 

But  sorer  vengeance  falls 

On  that  rebellious  race, 
Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jesus  calls, 

And  dare  resist  his  grace. 
Hymn  59.   CM. 
|^  HRIST  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme : 
^  The  mysteries  that  we  speak 
Are  scandal  in  the  Jew's  esteem, 

And  folly  to  the  Greek. 
But  souls  enlightened  from  above, 

With  joy  receive  the  word ; 
They  see  what  wisdom,  power,  and  love, 

Shine  in  their  dying  Lord. 
The  vital  savour  of  his  name 

Restores  their  fainting  breath ; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  same 

To  guilt,  despair,  and  death. 

Till  God  diffuse  his  graces  down, 

Like  showers  of  heavenly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollos  sows  the  ground, 

And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

Hymn  60.    L.  M. 

DEEP  in  the  dust  before  thy  throne, 
Our  guilt  and  our  disgrace  we  own ; 
Great  God  !  we  own  th'  unhappy  name, 
Whence  sprung  our  nature  and  our  shame. 


308  HYMN  61 . 

2  But  whilst  our  spirits,  filled  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

We  sing  the  honours  of  thy  grace, 
That  sent  to  save  our  ruined  race. 

3  We  sing  thine  everlasting  Son, 
Who  joined  our  nature  to  his  own; 
The  second  Adam,  from  the  dust, 
Raises  the  ruins  of  the  first. 

4  Where  sin  did  reign,  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  sons  of  Adam  found 
Abounding  life ;  there  glorious  grace 
Reigns  through  the  Lord  our  righteousness. 

Hymn  61.    CM. 

WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
Of  our  High  Priest  above : 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  But  spotless,  innocent,  and  pure 

The  great  Redeemer  stood, 
While  Satan's  fiery  darts  he  bore, 
And  did  resist  to  blood. 

4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

5  He'll  never  quench  the  smoking  flax, 

But  raise  it  to  a  flame ; 
The  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  scorns  the  meanest  name. 


HYMN  62,  63.  309 

6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 
His  mercy  and  his  power ; 
We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 

Hymn  62.   L.  M. 

"  |^,OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 
^   Ye  heavy  laden  sinners  come ; 

I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me ; 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

Hymn  63.    L.  M. 

"  t^  ®  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 
^-"  "  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive: 

He  shall  be  saved  who  trusts  my  word ; 
He  shall  be  damned  that  don't  believe. 

2  "  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known, 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  "Go,  heal  the  sick,  go,  raise  the  dead, 

Go,  cast  out  devils  in  my  name ; 


310  HYMN  64,  65. 

Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 

Though  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  blas- 
pheme. 

4  "  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands, 
I  can  destroy,  and  can  defend." 

5  He  spake  and  light  shone  round  his  head ; 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode : 
They  to  the  furthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 

Hymn  64.  L.  M. 

SAINTS,  at  your  heavenly  Father's  word, 
Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  ; 
He  shall  restore  what  you  resign, 
Or  grant  you  blessings  more  divine. 

2  So  Abraham,  with  obedient  hand, 
Led  forth  his  son  at  God's  command  ; 
The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife,  he  took, 
His  arm  prepared  the  dreadful  stroke. 

3  "  Abraham  forbear,"  the  angel  cried, 
"Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  tried: 
Thy  son  shall  live,  and  in  thy  seed 
Shall  the  whole  earth  be  blest  indeed." 

i  Just  in  the  last  distressing  hour, 
The  Lord  displays  delivering  power  ! 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place 
Where  we  shall  see  surprising  grace. 

Hymn  65.  L.  M. 

BEHOLD  how  sinners  disagree, 
The  Publican  and  Pharisee ! 
One  doth  his  righteousness  proclaim, 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  shame. 


HYMN  66,67.  311 

This  man  at  humble  distance  stands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  ; 
That  boldly  rises  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  hath  done. 
The  Lord  their  different  language  knows, 
And  different  answers  he  bestows  ; 
The  humble  soul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
Whilst  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 

Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Joined  with  the  boasting  Pharisee : 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 
But  plead  the  sufferings  of  thy  Son. 
Hymn  66.    L.  M. 

SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 
Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God : 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 
Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride; 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

Hymn  67.    L.  M. 

HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 
If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 
Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 


?12  HYMN  68,  69. 

2  Were  1  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  hell ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store, 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name : 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  to  men, 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 

Hymn  68.    L.  M. 

COME,  gracious  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 
By  faith  and  love  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 

2  Come  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength, 

Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length, 
Of  thine  immeasurable  grace. 

3  Now,  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honours  done, 

By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  his  Son 

Hymn  69.    C.  M. 
tiTi  OD  is  a  spirit,  just  and  wise, 
^J  He  sees  our  inmost  mind ; 
In  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries, 

And  leave  our  souls  behind. 
2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honour  can  appear ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 

Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 


HYMN  70,  71.  313 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground ; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice, 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my  ways. 

And  make  my  soul  sincere ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

Hymn  70.    L.  M. 

NOW  to  the  power  of  God  supreme 
Be  everlasting  honours  given ; 
He  saves  from  hell,  (we  bless  his  name,) 
He  calls  our  wandering  feet  to  heaven. 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deserts, 

But  of  his  own  abounding  grace, 
He  works  salvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praise. 

3  'Twas  his  own  purpose  that  begun 

To  rescue  rebels  doomed  to  die ; 
He  gave  us  grace  in  Christ  his  Son, 
Before  he  spread  the  starry  sky. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  last, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counsels  known, 
Declares  the  great  transactions  past, 
And  brings  immortal  blessings  down. 
Hymn  71.    C.  M. 

FIRM  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands, 
My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trust ; 
If  I  am  found  in  Jesus'  hands, 
My  soul  can  ne'er  be  lost. 

2  His  honour  is  engaged  to  save 
The  meanest  of  his  sheep ; 
All  that  his  heavenly  Father  gave 
His  hands  securely  keep. 
2d 


314  HYMN  72,  73. 

3  Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  e'er  remove 
His  favorites  from  his  breast ; 
In  the  dear  bosom  of  his  love, 
They  must  for  ever  rest. 

Hymn  72.    L.  M. 

HOW  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 
To  rend  my  soul  from  thee,  my  God  ! 
But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 

And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 

Join  to  confirm  the  wondrous  grace : 
Eternal  power  performs  the  word, 

And  fills  all  heaven  with  endless  praise. 

3  Amidst  temptations  sharp  and  long, 

My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  strong, 
While  tempests  blow,  and  billows  rise. 

4  The  gospel  bears  my  spirit  up ; 

A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 

Hymn  73.    CM. 

MISTAKEN  souls  !  that  dream  of  heaven, 
And  make  their  empty  boast 
Of  inward  joys,  and  sins  forgiven, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  power  unites 

To  Christ  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart ; 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love, 

That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 

And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 


HYMN  74.  315 

'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 

By  a  celestial  power  ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 

In  the  decisive  hour. 

Faith  must  obey  her  Father's  will 

As  well  as  trust  his  grace ; 
A  pardoning  God  is  jealous  still 

For  his  own  holiness. 

When  from  the  curse  he  sets  us  free, 

He  makes  our  nature  clean ; 
Nor  would  he  send  his  Son  to  be 

The  minister  of  sin. 

Hymn  74.   S.  M. 

LIKE  sheep  we  went  astray, 
And  broke  the  fold  of  God, 
Each  wandering  in  a  different  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 

When  God  our  wanderings  laid, 

And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

How  glorious  was  the  grace 

When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke ! 

His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 

His  honour  and  his  breath 

Were  taken  both  away ; 
Joined  with  the  wicked  in  his  death. 

And  made  as  vile  as  they. 

But  God  shall  raise  his  head 

O'er  all  the  sons  of  men, 
And  make  him  see  a  numerous  seed, 

To  recompense  his  pain. 


316  HYMN  75,  76. 

Hymn  75.    C.  M. 

AS  new-born  babes  desire  the  breast, 
To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive ; 
So  saints  with  joy  the  gospel  taste, 
And  by  the  gospel  live. 

2  With  inward  zest  their  heart  approves 

All  that  the  word  relates ; 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves, 
And  hate  the  works  he  hates. 

3  Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  seed, 

Abides  and  reigns  within : 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  sons  of  God  to  sin. 

4  They  find  access  at  every  hour 

To  God  within  the  veil ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quickening  power, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

5  O  happy  souls  !  O  glorious  state 

Of  overflowing  grace ; 
To  dwell  so  near  their  Father's  seat, 
And  see  his  lovely  face. 

6  Lord,  I  address  thy  heavenly  throne ; 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To  form  my  heart  divine. 

7  There  shed  thy  choicest  love  abroad, 

And  make  my  comforts  strong : 
Then  shall  I  say,  "  My  Father,  God," 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 

Hymn  76.   CM. 

WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter!  descend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 


HYMN  77.  317 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come ; 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 

Hymn  77.    P.M. 

JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore; 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 

2  But,  O  what  gentle  terms, 

What  condescending  ways, 
Doth  our  Redeemer  use, 

To  teach  his  heavenly  grace ! 
My  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  see, 
What  forms  of  love  he  bears  for  me. 

3  Arrayed  in  mortal  flesh, 

He  like  an  angel  stands, 
And  holds  the  promises, 

And  pardons,  in  his  hands : 
Commissioned  from  his  Father's  throne, 
To  make  his  grace  to  mortals  known. 

4  Great  Prophet  of  my  God  ! 

My  tongue  wrould  bless  thy  name : 

2d2 


318  HYMN  78. 

By  thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came  ; 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

5  Be  thou  my  Counsellor, 

My  Pattern  and  my  Guide ; 
And  through  this  desert  land 

Still  keep  me  near  thy  side ; 
O  let  my  feet  ne'er  run  astray, 
Nor  rove,  nor  seek  the  crooked  way ! 

6  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

His  watchful  eyes  shall  keep 
My  wandering  soul  among 

The  thousands  of  his  sheep : 
He  feeds  his  flock,  he  calls  their  names, 
His  bosom  bears  the  tender  lambs. 

Hymn  78.   P.M. 

JESUS,  my  great  High  Priest, 
Offered  his  blood  and  died  ; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 

No  sacrifice  beside. 
His  powerful  blood  did  once  atone ; 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

2  To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 

Will  I  commit  my  cause : 
He  answers  and  fulfils 

His  Father's  broken  laws. 
Behold  my  soul  at  freedom  set ; 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt. 

3  My  Advocate  appears 

For  my  defence  on  high  ; 
The  Father  bows  his  ears, 
And  lays  his  thunder  by. 


HYMN  79.  319 

Not  all  that  hell  or  sin  can  say, 
Shall  turn  his  heart,  his  love  away. 

My  great  and  glorious  Lord, 

My  conqueror  and  my  King, 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing. 
Thine  is  the  power ;  behold  I  sit 
In  willing  bonds  beneath  thy  feet. 

Now  let  my  soul  arise, 

And  tread  the  tempter  down.- 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 

To  conquest  and  a  crown. 
A  feeble  saint  shall  win  the  day, 
Tnough  death  and  hell  obstruct  the  way. 

Should  all  the  hosts  of  death, 

And  powers  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  most  dreadful  forms 

Of  rage  and  mischief  on, 
I  shall  be  safe,  for  Christ  displays 
Superior  power  and  guardian  grace. 

Hymn  79.   C.  M. 

"VVTIY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  ? 

™  '     Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 

To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 

And  left  a  long  perfume. 


320  HYMN  SO. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blest, 

And  softened  every  bed ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way  : 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise : 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  ; 
Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 

Hymn  80.   L.  M. 

IORD,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll 
-^  O'er  the  sharp  sorrows  of  thy  soul, 
And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws, 
Repaired  and  honoured  by  thy  cross ; 

2  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  sin, 
Vanquished  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine, 
And  see  the  man  that  groaned  and  died, 
Sit  glorious  by  his  Father's  side ; 

3  My  passions  rise  and  soar  above, 

I'm  winged  with  faith,  and  fired  with  love ; 
Fain  would  I  reach  eternal  things, 
And  learn  the  notes  that  Gabriel  sin^s. 

4  But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains, 
For  want  of  their  immortal  strains  ; 
And  in  such  humble  notes  as  these, 
Must  fall  below  thy  victories. 

5  Well,  the  kind  minute  must  appear 
When  we  shall  leave  these  bodies  hero, 
These  clogs  of  clay  ;  and  mount  on  high, 
To  join  the  songs  above  the  sky. 


HYMN  81,  62.  321 

Hymn  81.    L.  M. 

HERE  at  thy  cross,  incarnate  God, 
I  lay  my  soul  beneath  thy  love, 
Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 

Jesus  !  nor  shall  it  e'er  remove. 
Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  say, 

With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes, 
Nor  hell  shall  fright  my  heart  away, 

Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rise. 
Should  worlds  conspire  to  drive  me  thence, 

Moveless  and  firm  this  heart  should  lie ; 
Resolved  (for  that's  my  last  defence) 

If  I  must  perish,  there  to  die. 
But  speak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear  ; 

Am  I  not  safe  beneath  thy  shade  ? 
Thy  vengeance  will  not  strike  me  here, 

Nor  Satan  dare  my  soul  invade. 
Yes,  I'm  secure  beneath  thy  blood, 

And  all  my  foes  shall  lose  their  aim ; 
Hosanna  to  my  Saviour  God, 

And  my  best  honours  to  his  name. 

Hymn  82.    C.  M. 

ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
Salutes  thy  waking  eyes ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 

To  him  that  rules  the  skies. 
Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats ; 

The  day  renews  the  sound ; 
Wide  as  the  heaven  on  which  he  sits, 

To  turn  the  seasons  round. 
'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame ; 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 

And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 


322  HYMN  83. 

4  On  a  poor  worm  thy  power  might  tread, 

And  I  could  ne'er  withstand  ; 
Thy  justice  might  have  crushed  me  dead, 
But  mercy  held  thy  hand. 

5  How  many  wretched  souls  are  fled, 

Since  the  last  setting  sun  ! 
And  yet  thou  lengthenest  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

6  Great  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 

Hymn  83.    CM. 

DREAD  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song, 
Like  holy  incense  rise ; 
Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue, 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard ; 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above, 

Encompass  me  around ; 
But  O,  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  died 

To  save  my  wretched  soul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiplied, 
Fast  as  my  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renewed  by  thee. 


HYMN  84,  85.  323 

Sprinkled  afresh  with  pardoning  blood, 

I'll  lay  me  down  to  rest. 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 

Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

Hymn  84.    C.  M. 

HOSANNA  with  a  cheerful  sound, 
To  God's  upholding  hand ; 
Ten  thousand  snares  attend  us  round, 

And  yet  secure  we  stand. 
That  was  a  most  amazing  power, 

That  raised  us  with  a  word ; 
And  every  day,  and  every  hour, 

We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 
The  evening  rests  our  weary  head, 

And  angels  guard  the  room ; 
We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 

That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 
The  rising  morning  can't  assure 

That  we  shall  end  the  day ; 
For  death  stands  ready  at  the  door, 

To  take  our  lives  away. 
Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  sin, 

To  God's  avenging  law  ; 
We  own  thy  grace,  immortal  King, 

In  every  gasp  we  draw. 
God  is  our  sun,  whose  daily  light 

Our  joy  and  safety  brings  : 
Our  feeble  flesh  lies  safe  at  night, 

Beneath  his  shady  wings. 

Hymn  85.    C.  M. 

ALAS,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ! 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ! 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 


324  HYMN  86. 

2  Thy  body  slain,  dear  Jesus,  thine, 

And  bathed  in  its  own  blood, 
While  all  exposed  to  wrath  divine, 
The  glorious  Sufferer  stood. 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Saviour,  died, 
For  man,  the  rebel's  sin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

Hymn  86.    L.  M. 

I  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away ; 
Away  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair ; 
And  whilst  I  listened  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e'en  conveyed  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 
That  drew  me  from  those  treacherous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 


HYMN  87,  88.  325 

[  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  my  eyes : 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies ! 
There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 

Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roll ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 

And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 

Hymn  87.   CM. 

THE  true  Messiah  now  appears, 
The  types  are  all  withdrawn ; 
So  fly  the  shadows,  and  the  stars, 

Before  the  rising  dawn. 
No  smoking  sweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs, 

Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  slain  ; 
Incense  and  spice  of  costly  names, 

Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 
Aaron  must  lay  his  robes  away, 

His  mitre  and  his  vest, 
When  God  himself  comes  down  to  be 

The  offering  and  the  priest. 
He  took  our  mortal  flesh  to  show 

The  wonders  of  his  love ; 
For  us  he  paid  his  life  below, 

And  prays  for  us  above. 
"  Father, n  he  cries,  "  forgive  their  sins, 

For  I  myself  have  died ;" 
And  then  he  shows  his  open  veins, 

And  pleads  his  wounded  side. 

Hymn  88.   L.  M. 

SING  to  the  Lord,  that  built  the  skies, 
The  Lord,  that  reared  this  stately  frame } 
Let  all  the  nations  sound  his  praise, 
And  every  land  repeat  his  name. 
2e 


326  HYMN  89. 

2  He  formed  the  seas,  and  formed  the  hills, 

Made  every  drop,  and  every  dust, 
Nature  and  time,  with  all  their  wheels, 
And  put  them  into  motion  first. 

3  Now,  from  his  high  imperial  throne, 

He  looks  far  down  upon  the  spheres  : 
He  bids  the  shining  orbs  roll  on, 

And  round  he  turns  the  hasty  years. 

4  Thus  shall  this  moving  engine  last, 

Till  all  his  saints  are  gathered  in  ; 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blast 
To  shake  it  all  to  dust  again. 

5  Yet,  when  the  sound  shall  tear  the  skies, 

And  lightning  burn  the  globe  below, 
Saints,  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heaven  and  earth  for  you. 

Hymn  89.   S.  M. 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  Lord  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sing,  until  she  soar  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


HYMN  90,  91.  327 

Hymn  90.    L.  M. 

FAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone ; 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see ; 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  O  warm  my  heart  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindle  there  a  pure  desire : 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  The  trees  of  life  immortal  stand 

In  fragrant  rows  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  in  sweet  murmurs  by  their  side 
Rivers  of  bliss  perpetual  glide. 

4  Haste  then,  but  with  a  smiling  face, 
And  spread  the  table  of  thy  grace  : 
Bring  down  a  taste  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  sacred  wine. 

5  Blest  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare  ! 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

Hymn  91.    L.  M. 

LORD,  what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace 
Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
And  lights  our  passions  to  a  flame  ! 
Lord !  how  we  love  thy  charming  name ! 

2  When  I  can  say,  my  God  is  mine, 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  shine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  that  earth  calls  good  or  great. 

3  While  such  a  scene  of  sacred  joys 
Our  raptured  eyes  and  souls  employs, 
Here  we  could  sit  and  gaze  away 

A  long,  an  everlasting  day. 


328  HYMN  92,  93. 

4  Well,  we  shall  quickly  pass  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coasts  of  perfect  light : 
Then  shall  our  joyful  senses  rove 
O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 

5  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand, 
While  we  pass  through  this  barren  land ; 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  see, 

A  glimpse  of  love,  a  glimpse  of  thee. 

Hymn  92.    CM. 

LET  others  boast  how  strong  they  be, 
Nor  death  nor  danger  fear ; 
But  we'll  confess,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Fresh  as  the  grass  our  bodies  stand, 

And  flourish  bright  and  gay; 
A  blasting  wind  sweeps  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grass  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  springs, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone : 
Strange !  that  a  harp  of  thousand  strings 
Should  keep  in  tune  so  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  supports  our  frame, 

The  God  that  built  us  first ; 
Salvation  to  th'  almighty  Name 
That  reared  us  from  the  dust. 

5  While  we  have  breath,  or  use  our  tongues, 

Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lungs, 
Or  they  would  breathe  no  more. 
Hymn  93.    CM. 

WHY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee, 
My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee — no  more  by  night  ? 


HYMN  93.  329 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove  ? 

Where  can  such  sweetness  be, 
As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 

3  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 

The  savour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  presumes  I  cannot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 

The  flattering  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys 

5  Trifles  of  nature  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceitful  charms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtless  heart, 
And  thrust  me  from  thy  arms. 

6  Then  I  repent  and  vex  my  soul, 

That  I  should  leave  thee  so : 
Where  will  those  wild  affections  roll, 
That  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 

7  Sin's  promised  joys  are  turned  to  pain, 

And  I  am  drowned  in  grief; 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  again, 
He  flies  to  my  relief: 

8  Seizing  my  soul  with  sweet  surprise, 

He  draws  with  loving  bands ; 
Divine  compassion  in  his  eyes, 
And  pardon  in  his  hands. 

9  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus 

In  chase  of  false  delight ! 
Let  me  be  fastened  to  thy  cross, 
Rather  than  lose  thy  sight. 

10  Make  haste,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal, 

And  bring  my  heart  to  rest 
2e  2 


330  HYMN  94,  95. 

On  the  dear  centre  of  my  soul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breast. 
Hymn  94.    L.  M. 

DESCEND  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove, 
Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings, 
And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things : 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 

Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  O  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight 

Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne ! 
There  sits  our  Saviour,  crowned  with  light, 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall ; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all ! 

5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 

While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing, 
And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill, 

And  spread  the  triumphs  of  their  King ! 

6  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 

That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  stand  and  bow  amongst  them  there, 
And  view  thy  face,  and  sing,  and  love  ? 
Hymn  95.    C.  M. 

MY  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so  ? 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 
2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain 
Labour,  and  tug,  and  strive ; 


HYMN  96.  331 

Yet  we  who  have  a  heaven  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 
And  stars  their  courses  move ; 
We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above  ; 

1  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  laboured  for  our  good, 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  blood ! 

5  Lord,  shall  we  lie  so  slothful  still, 
And  never  act  our  parts  ? 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  and  fill, 
And  wake,  and  warm  our  hearts. 

G  Then  shall  our  active  spirits  move, 
Upward  our  souls  shall  rise ; 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

Hymn  96.    C.  M. 

STOOP  down,  my  thoughts,  that  use  to  rise, 
Converse  a  while  with  death ; 
Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  But,  O  the  soul  that  never  dies  ! 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies 
And  track  its  wondrous  way. 

3  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts,  triumphing  there  : 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  despair. 

4  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 


332  HYMN  97. 

Oh,  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  safe  above  ! 

5  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 
My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 
And  my  flesh  waits  for  thy  command, 
To  drop  into  my  dust. 

Hymn  97.   C.  M. 

MY  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll, 
Damnation  and  the  dead  : 
What  horrors  seize  the  guilty  soul 
Upon  a  dying  bed ! 

2  Lingering  about  these  mortal  shores, 

She  makes  a  long  delay, 
Till,  like  a  flood,  with  rapid  force, 
Death  sweeps  the  wretch  away. 

3  Then,  swift  and  dreadful,  she  descends 

Down  to  the  fiery  coast, 

Amongst  abominable  fiends, 

Herself  a  frighted  ghost. 

4  There  endless  crowds  of  sinners  lie, 

And  darkness  makes  their  chains  : 
Tortured  with  keen  despair  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

5  Not  all  their  anguish  and  their  blood, 

For  their  past  guilt  atones, 
Nor  the  compassion  of  a  God 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 

6  Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 

Nor  bade  my  soul  remove, 
Till  I  had  learned  my  Saviour's  death, 
And  well  insured  his  love ! 


HYMN  98,  99.  333 

Hymn  98.   C.  M. 

JESUS,  with  all  thy  saints  above, 
My  tongue  would  bear  her  part, 
Would  sound  aloud  thy  saving  love, 

And  sing  thy  bleeding  heart. 
Blest  be  the  Lamb,  my  dearest  Lord, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 
And  quenched  his  Father's  flaming  sword 

In  his  own  vital  flood. 
All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 

And  never  ceasing  praise, 
While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 

Or  saints,  to  feel  his  grace. 

Hymn  99.    S.  M. 

COME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 
The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

And  thunders  when  he  please, 
That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 

And  manages  the  seas : 
This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  love ; 
He  shall  send  down  his  heavenly  powers 

To  carry  us  above. 
There  shall  we  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin; 
There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below : 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 


334  HYMN  100,  101. 

6  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

7  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

Hymn  100.    L.  M. 
"\^7~HY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die ! 

*  "     What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away; 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  O !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 
Hymn  101.   C.  M. 

HOW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life ! 
How  vast  our  souls'  affairs  ! 
Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 
2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 
Without  a  moment's  stay  ; 
Just  like  a  story  or  a  song, 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 


HYMN  102.  335 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 

But  we  march  heedless  on, 
And  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  hell, 

That  slight  the  joys  above  ! 
What  chains  of  vengeance  should  we  feel, 
That  break  such  cords  of  love  ! 

5  Draw  us,  O  God,  with  sovereign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  see  salvation  nigh. 

Hymn  102.    C.  M. 

RAISE  thee,  my  soul,  fly  up,  and  run 
Through  every  heavenly  street, 
And  say,  there  's  nought  below  the  sun 
That 's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 

2  There,  on  a  high  majestic  throne, 

Th'  almighty  Father  reigns, 
And  sheds  his  glorious  goodness  down 
On  all  the  blissful  plains. 

3  Bright,  like  a  sun,  the  Saviour  sits, 

And  spreads  eternal  noon ; 
No  evenings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights, 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

4  Amidst  those  ever  shining  skies, 

Behold  the  sacred  Dove, 
While  banished  sin  and  sorrow  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

5  The  glorious  tenants  of  the  place 

Stand  bending  round  the  throne ; 
And  saints  and  seraphs  sing  and  praise 
The  infinite  Three-One. 


336  HYMN  103,  104. 

6  Jesus  !  O  when  shall  that  dear  day, 
That  joyful  hour  appear, 
When  I  shall  leave  this  house  of  clay 
To  dwell  amongst  them  there  ? 

Hymn  103.  C.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  : 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise, 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate, 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

Hymn  104.  C.  M. 

LET  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord, 
Who  never  knew  thy  grace; 
But  our  loud  songs  shall  still  record 
The  wonders  of  thy  praise. 
2  We  raise  our  shouts,  O  God,  to  thee, 
And  send  them  to  thy  throne ; 
All  glory  to  th'  United  Three, 
The  Undivided  One. 


IIYMN  105.  337 

3  'Twas  he  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

That  formed  us  by  a  word ; 
'Tis  he  restores  our  ruined  frame : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord! 

4  Hosanna !  let  the  earth  and  skies 

Repeat  the  joyful  sound; 
Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 

Hymn  105.  S.  M. 

*YX^ELL,  the  Redeemer 's  gone, 
*  *     T'  appear  before  our  God, 
To  sprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood. 

2  No'fiery  vengeance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  : 
If  justice  calls  for  sinners'  blood, 
The  Saviour  shows  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 

Our  humble  suit  he  moves  : 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 
And  looks,  and  smiles,  and  loves. 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 

Our  Maker's  honour  sing  ; 
Jesus,  the  Priest,  receives  our  songs, 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

5  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 

And  triumphs  all  above : 
But,  Lord,  how  weak  are  mortal  strains, 
To  speak  immortal  love  ! 

6  How  jarring  and  how  low 

Are  all  the  notes  we  sing ! 
Blest  Saviour,  tune  our  songs  anew, 
And  they  shall  please  the  King. 
2f 


338  HYMN  106,  107. 

Hymn  106.    C.  M. 

LIFT  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heavenly  seats, 
Where  your  Redeemer  stays  ; 
Kind  intercessor,  there  he  sits, 
And  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 

2  'Twas  well,  my  soul,  he  died  for  thee, 

And  shed  his  vital  blood, 
Appeased  stern  justice  on  the  tree, 
And  then  arose  to  God. 

3  Petitions  now,  and  praise  may  rise, 

And  saints  their  offerings  bring, 
The  Priest,  with  his  own  sacrifice, 
Presents  them  to  the  King. 

4  Jesus  alone  shall  bear  my  cries 

Up  to  his  Father's  throne  : 
He,  dearest  Lord,  perfumes  my  sighs, 
And  sweetens  every  groan. 

5  Ten  thousand  praises  to  the  King, 

"  Hosanna  in  the  highest !" 
Ten  thousand  thanks  our  spirits  bring 
To  God,  and  to  his  Christ. 

Hymn  107.    C.  M. 

HAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
Where  love  inspires  the  breast : 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  swift  obedience  move ; 
The  devils  know  and  tremble  too ; 
But  devils  cannot  love. 

3  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 

When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease ; 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 


HYMN  108,  109.  339 

Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away, 

To  see  our  smiling  God. 

Hymn  108.    C.  M. 

OUR  days,  alas!  our  mortal  days 
Are  short  and  wretched  too ; 
"  Evil  and  few,"  the  patriarch  says : 

And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 
'Tis  but  at  best  a  narrow  bound 

That  heaven  allows  to  men, 
And  pains  and  sins  run  through  the  round 
Of  threescore  years  and  ten. 

Well,  if  ye  must  be  sad  and  few, 

Run  on,  my  days,  in  haste; 
Moments  of  sin,  and  months  of  woe, 

Ye  cannot  fly  too  fast. 
Let  heavenly  love  prepare  my  soul, 

And  call  her  to  the  skies, 
Where  years  of  long  salvation  roll, 

And  glory  never  dies. 

Hymn  109.    C.  M. 

OUR  God  !  how  firm  his  promise  stands, 
E'en  when  he  hides  his  face ! 
He  trusts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands 

His  glory  and  his  grace. 
Then  why,  my  soul,  these  sad  complaints, 

Since  Christ  and  we  are  one  ? 
Thy  God  is  faithful  to  his  saints, 

Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 
Beneath  his  smiles  my  heart  has  lived, 

And  part  of  heaven  possessed ; 
I  praise  his  name  for  grace  received, 

And  trust  him  for  the  rest. 


340  HYMN  110,  111. 

Hymn  110.   L.  M. 

O  MIGHT  I  once  mount  up  and  see, 
The  glories  of  th'  eternal  skies  ! 
What  little  things  these  worlds  would  be ! 
How  despicable  to  my  eyes ! 

2  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 

Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanish  soon ; 
Vanish,  as  though  I  saw  them  not, 
As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

3  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave : 

I  should  perceive  the  noise  no  more 
Than  we  can  hear  a  shaking  leaf, 

While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 

4  Great  All  in  All !  eternal  King  ! 

Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  powers  shall  bow,  and  sing 
Thine  endless  grandeur,  and  thy  grace. 

Hymn  111.    L.  M. 

NOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 
To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son  ! 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heavenly  lays 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  has  done. 

2  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 

And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above ; 
How  swift  and  joyful  was  his  flight, 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love. 

3  Down  to  this  base,  this  sinful  earth, 

He  came  to  raise  our  nature  high ; 
He  came  t'  atone  almighty  wrath  : 
Jesus,  our  God,  was  born  to  die. 

4  Hell  and  its  lions  roared  around ; 

His  precious  blood  the  monsters  spilt ! 
While  weighty  sorrows  pressed  him  down, 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt. 


HYMN  112,  113.  341 

Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death, 

The  mighty  Captive  prisoner  lay  ; 
The  mighty  Conqueror  left  the  earth, 

And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 
Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  sons  of  light, 

Up  to  his  throne  of  shining  grace ; 
See  what  immortal  glories  sit 

Round  the  sweet  heauties  of  his  face. 

Hymn  112.    L.  M. 

UP  to  the  Lord  that  reigns  on  high, 
And  views  the  nations  from  afar, 
Let  everlasting  praises  fly, 

And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 
He  overrules  all  mortal  things, 

And  manages  our  mean  affairs ; 
On  humble  souls  the  King  of  kings 

Bestows  his  counsels  and  his  cares. 
Our  sorrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 

Into  the  bosom  of  our  God ; 
He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 

And  helps  us  bear  the  heavy  load. 
In  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 

Such  condescension  to  perform ! 
For  worms  were  never  raised  so  high 

Above  their  meanest  fellow  worm. 
O  could  our  thankful  hearts  devise 

A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 
To  the  third  heaven  our  songs  should  rise, 

And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praise. 

Hymn  113.   L.  M. 

NOW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song  ! 
Awake  my  soul,  awake  my  tongue ; 
Hosanna  to  th'  eternal  name, 
And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 
2  p  o 


342  HYMN  114. 

2  See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace ; 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 

Hath  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

3  The  spacious  earth  and  spreading  flood 
Proclaim  the  wise  and  powerful  God ; 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star. 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  stands, 
The  noblest  labour  of  thine  hands  : 
The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

5  Grace !  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name  ! 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound ! 

Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground ! 

6  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face  ! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold ! 

Hymn  114.    CM. 

HOW  vain  are  all  things  here  below  ! 
How  false,  and  yet  how  fair ! 
Each  pleasure  has  its  poison  too, 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 

Give  but  a  flattering  light ; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys,  and  nearest  friends, 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wavering  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God. 


HYMN  115,  116.  343 

The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 

Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 
Dear  Saviour !  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 

From  all  created  good. 

Hymn  115.    C.  M. 

DEATH  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid, 
If  God  be  with  us  there  : 
We  may  walk  through  its  darkest  shade, 

And  never  yield  to  fear. 
I  could  renounce  my  all  below, 

If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
And  run,  if  I  were  called  to  go, 

And  die  as  Moses  did. 
Might  I  but  chmb  to  Pisgah's  top, 

And  view  the  promised  land, 
My  flesh  itself  would  long  to  drop, 

And  pray  for  the  command. 
Clasped  in  my  heavenly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lose  my  life  among  the  charms 

Of  so  divine  a  death. 

Hymn  116.   L.  M. 

^"OW  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  smile, 
-^    And  show  my  name  upon  his  heart ; 
I  would  forget  my  pains  a  while, 

And  in  the  pleasure  lose  the  smart. 
But  O !  it  swells  my  sorrows  high, 

To  see  my  blessed  Jesus  frown  ; 
My  spirits  sink,  my  comforts  die, 

And  all  the  springs  of  life  are  down. 


344  HYMN  117. 

3  Yet  why,  my  soul,  why  these  complaints  ? 

Still,  while  he  frowns,  his  bowels  move ; 
Still  on  his  heart  he  bears  his  saints, 
And  feels  their  sorrows  and  his  love. 

4  My  name  is  printed  on  his  breast ; 

His  book  of  life  contains  my  name ; 
I'd  rather  have  it  there  impressed, 
Than  in  the  brightest  rolls  of  fame. 

5  When  the  last  fire  burns  all  things  here, 

Those  letters  shall  securely  stand, 
And  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear, 
Writ  by  the  eternal  Father's  hand. 

6  Now  shall  my  minutes  smoothly  run 

Whilst  here  I  wait  my  Father's  will ; 
My  rising  and  my  setting  sun, 
Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hill. 

Hymn  117.   CM. 

DEATH  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
To  those  that  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  soul  is  forced  away 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heaven  she  lifts  her  eyes ; 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  skies, 
To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  He  is  a  God  of  sovereign  love, 

That  promised  heaven  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  above, 
Where  happy  spirits  be. 

4  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand  ; 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come  death,  and  some  celestial  band, 
To  bear  my  soul  away. 


HYMN  118,  119.  345 

Hymn  118.    C.  M. 

LORD,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 
That  yields  us  no  supply, 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  welcome  trees, 
Nor  streams  of  lively  joy  ! 

2  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  through  this  weary  land : 
Lord  !  we  would  keep  the  heavenly  road, 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

3  Our  souls  shall  tread  the  desert  through 

With  undiverted  feet: 
And  faith  and  flaming  zeal  subdue 
The  terrors  that  we  meet. 

4  A  thousand  savage  beasts  of  prey 

Around  the  forest  roam  ; 
But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 
And  guides  the  strangers  home. 

5  Long  nights  and  darkness  dwell  below, 

With  scarce  a  twinkling  ray ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go 
Is  everlasting  day. 

6  By  glimmering  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 

We  trace  the  sacred  road  ; 
Through  dismal  deeps,  and  dangerous  snares, 
We  make  our  way  to  God. 

Hymn  119.    C.  M. 

OUR  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 
But  we  march  upward  still ; 
Forget  these  troubles  of  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 
2  See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates 
Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jesus,  the  forerunner,  waits, 
To  welcome  travellers  home  ! 


346  HYMN  120. 

3  There,  on  a  green  and  flowery  mount, 

Our  weary  souls  shall  sit, 
And  with  transporting  joys  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 

4  No  vain  discourse  shall  fill  our  tongue, 

Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear ; 
Infinite  grace  shall  fill  our  song, 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear. 

5  Eternal  glory  to  the  King 

That  brought  us  safely  through ! 
Our  tongues  shall  never  cease  to  sing, 
And  endless  praise  renew. 

Hymn  120.  CM. 

MY  God !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun! 
He  is  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  his ! 

4  My  soul  shall  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 


HYMN  121,  122.  347 

Hymn  121.    C.  M. 

THEE  we  adore,  eternal  name ! 
And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 

What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 
The  year  rolls  round  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 
Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 

We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 
Great  God  !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things ! 
Th'  eternal  states  of  all  the  dead 

Upon  life's  feeble  strings. 
Infinite  joy  or  endless  woe 

Attends  on  every  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 

Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 
Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 
And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

Hymn  122.    L.  M. 

LORD,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they, 
Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardoned  sin  ! 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea, 

Their  minds  have  heaven  and  peace  within. 
The  day  glides  swiftly  o'er  their  heads, 

Made  up  of  innocence  and  love ; 
And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shades, 

Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 
Quick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on, 

But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away ; 
Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 

And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 


348  HYMN  123. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th'  heavenly  hills, 

Where  groves  of  living  pleasure  grow  ! 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  smiles, 
Sit  undisturbed  upon  their  brow. 

5  They  scorn  to  seek  our  golden  toys, 

But  spend  the  day,  and  share  the  night, 
In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys, 

That  heaven  prepares  for  their  delight. 

6  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  moles, 

Lie  grovelling  in  the  dust  below ; 
Almighty  grace,  renew  our  souls, 
And  we'll  aspire  to  glory  too. 

Hymn  123.    C.  M. 

OUR  life  is  ever  on  the  wing, 
And  death  is  ever  nigh : 
The  moment  when  our  lives  begin, 
We  all  begin  to  die. 

2  Yet,  mighty  God  !  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  lasting  favours  share  ; 
Yet,  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace, 
Thou  loadest  the  rolling  year. 

3  'Tis  sovereign  mercy  finds  us  food, 

And  we  are  clothed  with  love; 
While  grace  stands  pointing  out  the  road 
That  leads  our  souls  above. 

4  His  goodness  runs  an  endless  round  : 

All  glory  to  the  Lord  ! 
His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound ; 
And  be  his  name  adored  ! 

5  Thus  we  begin  the  lasting  song ; 

And  when  we  close  our  eyes, 
Let  future  ages  praise  prolong, 
Till  time  and  nature  dies. 


HYMN  124,  125.  349 

Hymn  124.   L.  M. 

PRAISE,  everlasting  praise  be  paid 
To  him  that  earth's  foundations  laid  ; 
Praise  to  the  God  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  please. 
Praise  to  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word, 
And  there,  as  strong  as  his  decrees, 
He  sets  his  kindest  promises. 
Whence  then  should  doubts  and  fears  arise  ? 
Why  trickling  sorrows  drown  our  eyes  ? 
Slowly,  alas !  our  mind  receives 
The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives. 
O  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith, 
To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  saith ! 
T'  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own  ! 
Then,  should  the  earth's  firm  pillars  shake, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 
Our  steady  souls  would  fear  no  more 
Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 
Our  everlasting  hopes  arise 
Above  these  perishable  skies, 
Where  th'  eternal  Builder  reigns, 
And  his  own  courts  his  power  sustains. 

Hymn  125.    C.  M. 

MY  soul,  come  meditate  the  day, 
And  think  how  near  it  stands, 
When  thou  must  quit  this  house  of  clay, 

And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 
And  you,  my  eyes,  look  down  and  view 

The  hollow  gaping  tomb ; 
This  gloomy  prison  waits  for  you, 
Whene'er  the  summons  come. 
2g 


350  HYMN  126,  127. 

3  O !  could  we  die  with  those  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  stead ; 
Then  would  our  spirits  learn  to  fly, 
And  converse  with  the  dead. 

4  Then  should  we  see  the  saints  above, 

In  their  own  glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  souls  should  love 
To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 

5  We  should  almost  forsake  our  clay 

Before  the  summons  come, 
And  pray,  and  wish  our  souls  away 
To  their  eternal  home. 

Hymn  126.   C.  M. 

HARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound ! 
My  ears  attend  the  cry ; 
"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground, 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  towers  : 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head, 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure  ? 
Still  walking  downward  to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more ! 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

Hymn  127.    L.  M. 

HAPPY  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 
The  seat  of  thy  Creator's  grace ; 
Thy  holy  courts  are  his  abode, 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 


HYMN  128.  351 

2  Thy  walls  are  strength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heavenly  warriors  waits ; 
Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fixed  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  designs  engage ; 
Against  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage ; 
Like  rising  waves,  with  angry  roar, 
That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 

4  Then  let  our  souls  in  Zion  dwell, 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  earth  and  hell ; 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  shield,  and  God  our  sun ; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 

Hymn  128.    C.  M. 

WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all :  u 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul, 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


352  HYMN  129,  130. 

Hymn  129.   C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never  withering  flowers ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea ; 
And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ! 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  not  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

Hymn  130.    C.  M. 

GREAT  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou ! 
What  worthless  worms  are  we ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 
%  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made  I 
Thou  art  the  ever  living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 


HYMN  131.  353 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view  ; 
To  thee  there  's  nothing  old  appears  ; 
To  thee  there  's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

Hymn  131.    C.  M. 

FATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 
The  place  of  thine  abode : 
I'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  rlee 
Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God  ! 

2  There  all  the  heavenly  hosts  are  seen  ; 

In  shining  ranks  they  move, 

And  drink  immortal  vigour  in. 

With  wonder  and  with  love. 

3  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  the  eternal  All. 

4  There  I  would  vie  with  all  the  host 

In  duty  and  in  bliss  ; 
While  less  than  nothing  I  could  boast, 
And  vanity  confess. 

5  The  more  thy  glories  strike  my  eyes, 

The  humbler  I  shall  lie  ; 
Thus  while  I  sink,  my  joys  shall  rise, 
Immeasurably  high. 

2g2 


354  HYMN  182,  133. 

Hymn  132.    C.  M. 

BEGIN,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly  theme, 
And  speak  some  boundless  thing, 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name, 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  power  abroad ; 
Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace, 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim,  "  Salvation  from  the  Lord, 

For  wretched  dying  men  ;" 
His  hand  has  writ  the  sacred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  His  very  word  of  grace  is  strong, 

As  that  which  built  the  skies ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

5  O,  might  I  hear  thy  heavenly  tongue 

But  whisper,  "  Thou  art  mine  !" 
Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song 
To  notes  almost  divine. 

6  How  would  my  leaping  heart  rejoice, 

And  think  my  heaven  secure ! 
I  trust  the  all-creating  voice, 
And  faith  desires  no  more. 
Hymn  133.    C.  M. 

BLEST  morning,  whose  first  dawning  light 
Beheld  our  rising  God ; 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  his  dark  abode  ! 
2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb, 
The  dear  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 


HYMN  134.  355 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  then*  force, 

To  hold  our  God  in  vain ; 
The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

5  Salvation  and  immortal  praise 

To  our  victorious  King ; 
Let  heaven,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  seas, 
With  glad  hosannas  ring. 

Hymn  134.    S.  M. 

IS  this  the  kind  return, 
And  these  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ! 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Hath  sin  reduced  our  mind  ! 
What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind. 

3  On  us  he  bids  the  sun 

Shed  his  reviving  rays  ; 
For  us  the  skies  their  circles  run, 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  The  brutes  obey  their  God, 

And  bow  their  necks  to  men  ; 
But  we  more  base,  more  brutish  things, 
Reject  his  easy  reign. 

5  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God  ! 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh ! 
Break,  sovereign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 


356  HYMN  135,  136. 

6  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 
And  hourly  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

HymxN  135.    C.  M. 

FROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise, 
And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies, 
And  all  created  bounds. 

2  The  holy  triumphs  of  my  soul, 

Shall  death  itself  outbrave  ; 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

3  There,  where  my  blest  Redeemer  reigns, 

In  heaven's  unmeasured  space, 
I'll  spend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleasure  and  in  praise. 

4  Millions  of  years  my  wondering  eyes 

Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
And  endless  ages  I'll  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  every  smile  of  thine 

Shall  fresh  endearments  bring ; 
And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  spring. 
5  Haste,  my  Beloved,  bear  my  soul 
Up  to  thy  blest  abode ! 
Fly,  for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

Hymn  136.    C.  M. 

HOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  light, 
That  clothed  himself  in  clay  ; 
Entered  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 


HYMN  137.  357 

Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread. 

Since  our  Immanuel  rose : 
He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 

And  spoiled  our  hellish  foes. 

See  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  aloft. 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  scars  of  honour  in  his  flesh, 

And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  blessed  abode ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 

To  our  incarnate  God. 

Bright  angels,  strike  your  loudest  strings, 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise ; 
Let  heaven,  and  all  created  things, 

Sound  our  ImmanuePs  praise. 

Hymn  137.    L.  M. 

STAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel  armour  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain 's  gone. 

Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course ; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 

And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

What  though  the  prince  of  darkness  rage, 

And  waste  the  fury  of  his  spite ; 
Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 

To  fiery  deeps  and  endless  night. 

What  though  thy  inward  lusts  rebel ; 

'Tis  but  a  struggling  gasp  for  life ; 
The  weapons  of  victorious  grace 

Shall  slay  thy  sins,  and  end  the  strife. 


358  HYMN  138. 

5  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait 

6  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

Hymn  138.   C.  M. 

WHEN  the  first  parents  of  our  race 
Rebelled  and  lost  their  God, 
And  the  infection  of  their  sin 
Had  tainted  all  our  blood ; 

2  Infinite  pity  touched  the  heart 

Of  the  eternal  Son ; 
Descending  from  the  heavenly  court, 
He  left  his  Father's  throne : 

3  Aside  the  Prince  of  glory  threw 

His  most  divine  array, 
And  wrapped  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  inferior  clay. 

4  His  living  power,  and  dying  love, 

Redeemed  unhappy  men, 
And  raised  the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  life  and  God  again. 

5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,  our  flesh  and  soul 

We  joyfully  resign; 
Blessed  Jesus,  take  us  for  thy  own. 
For  we  are  doubly  thine. 

6  Thy  honour  shall  for  ever  be 

The  business  of  our  days  ; 
For  ever  shall  our  thankful  tongues 
Speak  thy  deserved  praise. 


HYMN  139,  140.  359 

Hymn  139.   C.  M. 

PLUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair, 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 

Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 
With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and  (O  amazing  love !) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 

And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
O !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 

The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 
Angels  !  assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 

Hymn  140.  C.  M. 

AND  now  the  scales  have  left  my  eyes, 
Now  I  begin  to  see ; 
O  the  cursed  deeds  my  sins  have  done ! 

What  murderous  things  they  be ! 
Were  these  the  traitors,  dearest  Lord, 

That  thy  fair  body  tore  ? 
Monsters,  that  stained  those  heavenly  limbs 

With  floods  of  purple  gore ! 
Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

My  dearest  Lord  was  slain, 
When  justice  seized  God's  only  Son, 

And  put  his  soul  to  pain  ? 


360  HYMN  141. 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  Peace ; 

I'll  wound  my  God  no  more : 
Hence  from  my  heart,  ye  sins,  begone, 
For  Jesus  I  adore. 

5  Gird  me  with  heavenly  armour,  Lord, 

From  grace's  magazine, 

And  I  will  wage  eternal  war 

With  every  darling  sin. 

Hymn  141.   C.  M. 

ARISE,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers, 
And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

2  He  raised  me  from  the  depths  of  sin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
And  fixed  my  standing  more  secure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlasting  love 

Beneath  my  soul  he  placed, 
And  on  the  Rock  of  ages  set 
My  slippery  footsteps  fast. 

4  The  city  of  my  blest  abode 

Is  walled  around  with  grace ; 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands, 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  sharpest  spite, 

And  all  his  legions  roar ; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
*    And  bounds  his  raging  power. 

6  Arise,  my  soul,  awake,  my  voice, 

And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing  ; 
Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 


HYMN  142,  143.  361 

Hymn  142.    S.  M.      • 

COME,  all  harmonious  tongues, 
Your  noblest  music  bring ; 
'Tis  Christ  the  everlasting  God, 
And  Christ  the  man,  we  sing. 

2  Down  to  the  shades  of  death 

He  bowed  his  awful  head ; 

Yet  he  arose  to  live  and  reign, 

When  death  itself  is  dead. 

3  No  more  the  bloody  spear, 

The  cross  and  nails  no  more ; 
For  hell  itself  shakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heavens  adore. 

4  There  the  Redeemer  sits, 

High  on  the  Father's  throne ; 
The  Father  lays  his  vengeance  by, 
And  smiles  upon  his  Son. 

5  There  his  full  glories  shine 

With  uncreated  rays, 
And  bless  his  saints  and  angels  there 
To  everlasting  days. 

Hymn  143.  C.  M. 
"\¥7HY  does  your  face,  ye  humble  souls, 

*  *     Those  mournful  colours  wear  ? 
What  doubts  are  these  that  waste  your  faith, 
And  nourish  your  despair  ? 

2  What  though  your  numerous  sins  exceed 

The  stars  that  fill  the  skies, 
And,  aiming  at  th'  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rise? 

3  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 

The  wide  creation  swell, 
And  have  its  dark  foundations  laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell  ? 
2h 


362  HYMN  144. 

4  See  here  an  endless  ocean  flows, 

Of  never  failing  grace ; 
Behold,  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  sacred  flood  increase. 

5  It  rises  high,  and  drowns  the  hills, 

Has  neither  shore  nor  bound  : 
Now,  if  we  search  to  find  our  sins, 
Our  sins  can  ne'er  be  found. 

6  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 

That  buries  all  our  faults, 
And  pardoning  blood,  that  swells  above 
Our  follies  and  our  thoughts. 

Hymn  144.    C.  M. 

OUR  sins,  alas !  how  strong  they  be ! 
And  like  a  raging  sea, 
They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  away. 

2  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  thy  rise ! 

How  loud  the  tempests  roar ! 
But  death  shall  land  our  weary  souls 
Safe  on  the  heavenly  shore. 

3  There,  to  fulfil  his  sweet  commands, 

Our  speedy  feet  shall  move ; 
No  sin  shall  clog  our  winged  zeal, 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

^  There  shall  we  sit,  and  sing,  and  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  grace, 
Till  heavenly  raptures  fire  our  hearts 
And  smile  in  every  face. 

5  For  ever  his  dear  sacred  name 
Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue, 
And  Jesus  and  salvation  be 
The  close  of  every  song. 


HYMN  145,  146.  363 

Hymn  145.  C.  M. 
^  ALVATION !  O  the  joyful  sound ! 
^  'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay ; 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

Hymn  146.    C.  M. 

OH  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys, 
The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  sheds  the  brightest  beams 
Of  his  o'erflowing  grace. 

2  Sweet  majesty  and  awful  love 

Sit  smiling  on  his  brow, 
And  all  the  glorious  ranks  above, 
At  humble  distance  bow. 

3  This  is  the  Lord,  th'  ascended  Lord, 

Whom  we  unseen  adore ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
Our  hearts  shall  love  him  more. 

4  Lord,  now  our  souls  are  all  on  fire 

To  see  thy  blest  abode ; 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praise, 
To  our  incarnate  God  ! 

5  And  whilst  our  faith  enjoys  this  sight, 

We  long  to  leave  our  clay ; 
And  wish  thy  fiery  chariots,  Lord, 
To  bear  our  souls  away. 


364  HYMN  147,  148. 

Hymn  147.    S.  M. 

MY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
'Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here ; 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 

3  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

4  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll: 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

5  To  thee  my  spirits  fly 

With  infinite  desire ; 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie ! 
Dear  Jesus,  raise  me  higher. 

Hymn  148.    C.  M. 

MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 
My  everlasting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee,  in  heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There 's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 
There 's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun, 

Scatters  his  feeble  light : 
'Tis  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon ; 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 


HYMN  149.  365 

4  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  safe  abode : 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

5  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own ; 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

6  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore : 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

Hymn  149.    C.  M. 

INFINITE  CTrief!  amazing  woe! 
Behold  my  bleeding  Lord ! 
Hell  and  the  Jews  conspired  his  death, 
And  used  the  Roman  sword. 

2  O  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain 

My  dear  Redeemer  bore  ! 
When  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorns, 
His  sacred  body  tore  ! 

3  But  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thorns, 

In  vain  do  I  accuse ; 
In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 
And  the  more  spiteful  Jews  : 

4  'Twas  you,  my  sins,  my  cruel  sins, 

His  chief  tormentors  were ; 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail. 
And  unbelief  the  spear. 

5  Twas  you  that  pulled  the  vengeance  down 

Upon  his  guiltless  head  : 
Break,  break,  my  heart !  O  burst  mine  eyes, 
And  let  mv  sorrows  bleed. 
2h  2 


366  HYMN  150,  151. 

6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  soul, 
Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  my  eyes 
In  undissembled  woe. 

Hymn  150.    C.  M. 

MY  heart,  alas !  how  hard  it  is  ! 
How  heavy  here  it  lies  ; 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breast, 
Just  like  a  rock  of  ice  ! 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant  sits 

Upon  this  flinty  throne, 
And  every  grace  lies  buried  deep 
Beneath  this  heart  of  stone. 

3  How  seldom  do  I  rise  to  God, 

Or  taste  the  joys  above  ! 
This  mountain  presses  down  my  faith, 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  When  smiling  mercy  courts  my  soul, 

With  all  its  heavenly  charms, 
This  stubborn,  this  relentless  thing, 
Would  thrust  it  from  my  arms. 

5  Against  the  thunders  of  thy  word 

Rebellious  I  have  stood  ; 
My  heart,  it  shakes  not  at  the  wrath 
And  terrors  of  a  God. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  steep  this  rock  of  mine 

In  thine  own  crimson  sea ! 
None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

Hymn  151.    C.  M. 

LET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
Abased  before  their  God  ; 
Whate'er  his  sovereign  voice  hath  formed, 
He  governs  with  a  nod. 


HYMN  152.  367 

2  Ten  thousand  ages  ere  the  skies 

Were  into  motion  brought, 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  present  to  his  thought. 

3  If  light  attends  the  course  I  run, 

'Tis  he  provides  those  rays  ; 
And  'tis  his  hand  that  hides  my  sun, 
If  darkness  cloud  my  days. 

4  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concerned, 

Nor  vainly  long  to  see 
In  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees, 
What  months  are  writ  for  me. 

5  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life, 

O  may  I  read  my  name 
Amongst  the  chosen  of  his  love, 
The  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Hymn  152.    C.  M. 

X17HEN,  in  the  light  of  faith  divine, 

*  *      We  look  on  things  below, 

Honour,  and  gold,  and  sensual  joy, 

Howr  vain  and  dangerous  too. 

2  Honour  's  a  puff  of  noisy  breath  ; 

Yet  men  expose  their  blood, 
And  venture  everlasting  death 
To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  Whilst  others  starve  the  nobler  mind, 

And  feed  on  shining  dust. 
They  rob  the  serpent  of  his  food, 
T'  indulge  a  sordid  lust. 

4  The  pleasures  that  allure  our  sense, 

Are  dangerous  snares  to  souls  ! 
There  's  but  a  drop  of  flattering  sweet, 
And  dashed  with  bitter  bowls. 


368  HYMN  153,  154. 

5  God  is  my  all-sufficient  good, 

My  portion  and  my  choice ; 
In  him  my  vast  desires  are  filled, 
And  all  my  powers  rejoice. 

6  In  vain  the  world  accosts  my  ear, 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew : 
I  cannot  buy  your  bliss  so  dear, 
Nor  part  with  heaven  for  you. 

Hymn  153.    C.  M. 

I^OME,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God 
^  With  new  melodious  songs, 
Come,  render  to  almighty  grace, 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 

That  pitied  dying  men, 
The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Then  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 
When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

4  Here,  sinners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry  ; 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

5  See,  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls, 

Accept  thine  offered  grace  ; 
We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praise. 
Hymn  154.    S.  M. 

RAISE  your  triumphant  songs 
To  an  immortal  tune, 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 


HYMN  155.  369 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
And  bade  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow, 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  filled  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

5  Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease ; 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offered  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  salvation  thou  hast  brought, 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 

Hymn  155.    C.  M. 

AND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 
And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 
'Tis  boundless,  'tis  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 

2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 

Would  sink  us  down  to  flames, 
And  threatening  vengeance  rolls  above, 
To  crush  our  feeble  frames. 

3  Almighty  goodness  cries,  "  Forbear ;" 

And  straight  the  thunder  stays ; 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath, 
And  weary  out  his  grace? 


370  HYMN  156,  157. 

4  Lord,  we  have  long  abused  thy  love, 

Too  long  indulged  our  sin  ; 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

5  No  more,  ye  sins,  shall  ye  command  ; 

No  more  will  we  obey : 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conquering  hand, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

Hymn  156.   C.  M. 
V  |  ^  W  AS  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 

-*-    Hung  on  the  cursed  tree, 

And  groaned  away  a  dying  life, 

For  thee,  my  soul,  for  thee. 

2  O  how  I  hate  those  lusts  of  mine 

That  crucified  my  God  ! 
Those  sins  that  pierced  and  nailed  his  flesh 
Fast  to  the  fatal  wood ! 

3  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  shall  die, 

My  heart  has  so  decreed  ; 
Nor  will  I  spare  the  guilty  things 
That  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

4  Whilst  with  a  melting  broken  heart, 

My  murdered  Lord  I  view, 
I'll  raise  revenge  against  my  sins, 
And  slay  the  murderers  too. 

Hymn  157.    C.  M. 

THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  mu^t  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 
2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  word,  "  depart." 


HYMN  158.  371 

O !  wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 

I  must  not  taste  his  love. 

Jesus !  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee, 

My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

O !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 

Where  my  salvation  stands  ! 

Give  me  one  kind  assuring  word, 

To  sink  my  fears  again ; 
And  cheerfully  my  soul  shall  wait 

Her  threescore  years  and  ten. 

Hymn  158.    C.  M.     / 

COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 
Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jesus'  blood, 

That  calmed  his  frowning  face, 
That  sprinkled  o'er  the  burning  throne, 

And  turned  the  wrath  to  grace. 

Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord ; 
No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat, 

Nor  double  flaming  sword. 

The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss, 

Are  opened  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 

And  reach  the  eternal  throne. 


372  HYMN  159,  160. 

5  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 
Great  Advocate  on  high ; 
And  glory  to  the  Almighty  King 
That  lays  his  fury  by. 

Hymn  159.    L.  M. 

LORD,  we  adore  thy  vast  designs, 
The  obscure  abyss  of  Providence, 
Too  deep  to  sound  with  mortal  lines, 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  sense. 

2  Now  thou  arrayest  thine  awful  face 

In  angry  frowns,  without  a  smile : 
We,  through  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace, 
Secure  of  thy  compassion  still. 

3  Through  seas  and  storms  of  deep  distress 

We  sail  by  faith,  and  not  by  sight ; 
Faith  guides  us  in  the  wilderness, 
Through  all  the  briers,  and  the  night. 

4  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 

Resolve  to  scourge  us  here  below, 
Still  we  must  lean  upon  our  God, 

Thine  arm  shall  bear  us  safely  through. 
Hymn  160.    S.  M. 

AND  must  this  body  die  ? 
This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

2  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  often  from  the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 


HYMN  161,  162.  373 

These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love : 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 

And  sing  his  power  above. 
Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these,  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 

With  our  immortal  tongues. 

Hymn  161.    C.  M. 

1SIXG  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death  ; 
He  conquered  when  he  fell ; 
"  'Tis  finished,"  said  his  dying  breath, 

And  shook  the  orates  of  hell. 
© 

"  'Tis  finished,"  our  Immanuel  cries, 

The  dreadful  work  is  done ; 
Hence  shall  his  Sovereign  throne  arise, 

His  kingdom  is  begun. 
His  cross  a  sure  foundation  laid 

For  glory  and  renown, 

When  through  the  regions  of  the  dead 

©  © 

He  passed,  to  reach  the  crown. 
Exalted  at  his  Father's  side, 

Sits  our  victorious  Lord  ; 
To  heaven  and  hell  his  hands  divide 

The  vengeance  or  reward. 
The  saints  from  his  propitious  eye 

Await  their  several  crowns, 
And  all  the  sons  of  darkness  fly 

The  terror  of  his  frowns. 

Hymn  162.   C.  M. 

HOW  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 
As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  spreads  the  heavens  abroad  ? 
2  i 


374  HYMN  163. 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives, 

Who  rose  and  left  the  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
From  my  exalted  Head. 

3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  for  ever  thine ; 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands' resign. 

4  Y  et  if  I  might  make  some  reserve, 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
My  God  would  all  my  love  deserve, 
And  I  would  give  him  all. 

Hymn  163.    C.  M. 
ADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 
-^  I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord  ; 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face, 
Almost  in  every  page. 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

I  Here  consecrated  water  flows 
To  quench  my  thirst  of  sin ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
Nor  danger  dwells  therein. 

3  O  !  may  thy  counsels,  mighty  God ! 
My  roving  feet  command  ; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 


HYMN  164,  165.  375 

Hymn  164.    S.  M. 

THE  Lord  declares  his  will, 
And  keeps  the  world  in  awe ; 
Amidst  the  smoke  on  Sinai's  hill 
Breaks  out  his  fiery  law. 

2  The  Lord  reveals  his  face, 

And  smiling  from  above, 
Sends  down  the  gospel  of  his  grace, 
Th'  epistles  of  his  love. 

3  These  sacred  words  impart 

Our  Maker's  just  commands  ; 
The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
And  vengeance  of  his  hands. 

4  We  read  the  heavenly  word, 

We  take  the  offered  grace, 
Obey  the  statutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  promises. 

Hymn  165.    L.  M. 

THE  Law  commands  and  makes  us  know 
What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe; 
But  'tis  the  Gospel  must  reveal 
Where  lies  our  strength  to  do  his  will. 

2  The  Law  discovers  guilt  and  sin, 

And  shows  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been : 
Only  the  Gospel  can  express 
Forgiving  love  and  cleansing  grace. 

3  What  curses  doth  the  Law  denounce 
Against  the  man  that  fails  but  once ! 
But  in  the  Gospel  Christ  appears, 
Pardoning  the  guilt  of  numerous  years. 

4  My  soul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  Law : 


376  HYMN  166,  167. 

Fly  to  the  hope  the  Gospel  gives ! 
The  man  that  trusts  the  promise  lives. 

Hymn  166.   L.  M. 

MY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense ; 

One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth  with  all  her  scenes  withdrawn , 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone ; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

Hymn  167.    L.  M. 

AWAY  from  every  mortal  care, 
Away  from  earth,  our  souls  retreat 
We  leave  this  worthless  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  worship  near  thy  feet. 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 

We  see  thy  feet,  and  we  adore ; 
We  gaze  upon  thy  lovely  face, 

And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  power. 

3  While  here  our  various  wants  we  mourn, 

United  groans  ascend  on  high ; 
And  prayer  brings  back  a  quick  return 
Of  blessings  in  variety. 


HYMN  168,  169.  377 

If  Satan  rage,  and  sin  grow  strong, 

Here  we  receive  some  cheering  word ; 
We  gird  the  gospel  armour  on, 

To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 
Or  if  our  spirit  faints  and  dies, 

(Our  conscience  pained  with  inward  stings,) 
Here  doth  the  righteous  Sun  arise, 

With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings. 
Father !  my  soul  would  still  abide 
Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  side ; 
But  if  my  feet  must  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

Hymn  168.    L.  M. 

LIFE  and  immortal  joys  are  given 
To  souls  that  mourn  the  sins  they've  done; 
Children  of  wrath  made  heirs  of  heaven, 
By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 

Woe  to  the  wretch,  who  never  felt 

The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief ! 
But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 

The  stubborn  sin  of  unbelief. 
The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 

Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies ; 
He  seals  the  curse  on  his  own  head, 

And  with  a  double  vengeance  dies. 

Hymn  169.   C.  M. 

THE  Lord  descending  from  above, 
Invites  his  children  near  : 
While  power  and  truth,  and  boundless  love, 
Display  their  glories  here. 

Here,  in  thy  Gospel's  wondrous  frame, 

Fresh  wisdom  we  pursue ; 
A  thousand  angels  learn  thy  name, 

Beyond  whate'er  thev  knew. 
2i2 


378  HYMN  170,  171. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  fairest  lines, 

Thy  wonders  here  we  trace ; 
Wisdom  through  all  the  mystery  shines, 
And  shines  in  Jesus'  face. 

4  The  law  its  best  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  God  ! 
And  thine  avenging  justice  shows 
Its  honours  in  his  blood. 

5  But  still  the  lustre  of  thy  grace, 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  scene  with  brighter  rays, 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

Hymn  170.  L.  M. 
'r¥^IS  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

-*-    We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night , 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 

Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 

And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abraham,  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road. 
Hymn  171.    C.  M. 

MIGHTY  Redeemer !  set  me  free 
From  my  old  state  of  sin  ; 
O  make  my  soul  alive  to  thee, 
Create  new  powers  within  ; 


HYMN  172,  173.  379 

2  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart  afresh , 
Give  me  new  passions,  joys,  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 

3  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  sin,  and  earth,  and  hell ; 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  hath  made 
I  would  for  ever  dwell. 

Hymn  1T2.    C.  M. 

WE  hless  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord, 
That  comes  with  truth  and  grace ; 
Jesus,  thy  Spirit  and  thy  word 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  reverence  our  High  Priest  above, 

Who  offered  up  his  blood, 
And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love, 
By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  King  ; 

How  sweet  are  his  commands  ! 
He  guards  our  souls  from  hell  and  sin, 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Hosanna  to  his  glorious  name, 

Who  saves  by  different  ways; 
His  mercies  lay  a  sovereign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praise. 

Hymn  173.    L.  M. 

ETERNAL  Spirit !  we  confess 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  grace : 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down, 
From  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 


380  H¥MN  174,  175 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin; 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice : 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 

And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

Hymn  174.    L.  M. 

BEHOLD,  the  blind  their  sight  receive  ! 
Behold,  the  dead  awake  and  live ! 
The  dumb  speak  wonders,  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  bless  his  name. 

2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own, 
And  seal  the  mission  of  the  Son ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  cause, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  cross. 

3  He  dies  !  the  heavens  in  mourning  stood  ; 
He  rises,  the  triumphant  God : 

Behold  the  Lord  ascending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die. 

4  Hence  and  for  ever  from  my  heart 
I  bid  my  doubts  and  fears  depart ; 
And  to  those  hands  my  soul  resign, 
Which  bear  credentials  so  divine. 

Hymn  175.    L.  M. 

THIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above : 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  Almighty  grace  can  do. 
I  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find, 
To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind ; 
This  sovereign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Restore  the  ruined  creature,  man. 


HYMN  176.  381 

The  Gospel  bids  the  dead  revive ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice  and  live : 
Dry  bones  are  raised  and  clothed  afresh, 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turned  to  flesh. 

Where  Satan  reigned  in  shades  of  night, 
The  Gospel  strikes  a  heavenly  light ; 
Our  lusts  its  wondrous  power  controls, 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  souls. 

Lions  and  beasts  of  savage  name, 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb ; 
While  the  wide  world  esteem  it  strange, 
Gaze  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change. 

May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinners  gaze,  and  hate  me  too ; 
The  word  that  saves  me  does  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 

Hymn  176.    L.  M. 

"M/JY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
-L*  A  I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 
I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervour  of  thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here : 
Then  God  the  Judge  shall  own  my  name 
Amongst  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


332  HYMN  177,  178. 

Hymn  177.    C.  M. 

GIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 
Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
How  bright  their  glories  be. 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears ; 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  ask  them,  whence  their  victory  came  ? 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  he  trod, 

(His  zeal  inspired  their  breast :) 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise 

For  his  own  pattern  given, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
Show  the  same  path  to  heaven. 

Hymn  178.    S.  M. 

NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away  : 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin* 


HYxMN  179,  180.  ■  383 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear, 
When  hanonnor  on  the  cursed  tree, 

O  O  7 

And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

Hymn  179.    L.  M. 

f^i  RE  AT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
^J  When  the  disciples  all  were  met : 
Whilst  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 
And  sat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave, 
And  power  to  kill,  and  power  to  save, 
Furnished  their  tongues  with  wondrous  wo 
Instead  of  shields,  and  spears,  and  swore* 

3  These  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  our  stubborn  passions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudest  rebel  low ! 

4  Nations  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  these  heavenly  arms  subdued  ; 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  loss, 

And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  cross. 

5  Great  King  of  grace !  my  heart  subdue ; 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 

A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  sing  the  victories  of  his  word. 

Hymn  180.   C.  M. 


D 


EAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 
My  Jesus  and  my  God, 


384  HYMN  181,  182. 

Who  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 

The  Father  smiles  again  ; 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Now  if  ImmanuePs  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins  : 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear, 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

4  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
I  love  the  incarnate  mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

Hymn  181.    C.  M. 

SIN  hath  a  thousand  treacherous  arts 
To  practise  on  the  mind  ; 
With  flattering  looks  she  tempts  our  hearts, 
But  leaves  a  sting  behind. 

2  With  names  of  virtue  she  deceives 

The  aged  and  the  young : 
And  while  the  heedless  wretch  believes, 
She  makes  his  fetters  strong. 

3  She  pleads  for  all  the  joys  she  brings, 

And  gives  a  fair  pretence ; 
But  cheats  the  soul  of  heavenly  things, 
And  chains  it  down  to  sense. 

4  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 

Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
Our  mother  took  the  poison  there, 
And  tainted  all  her  blood. 

Hymn  182.    C.  M. 

NOT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke ; 


HYMN  183.  385 

Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word, 

Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke ; 
But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 

And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

Behold  th'  innumerable  host 

Of  angels  clothed  in  light ! 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just, 

Whose  faith  is  turned  to  sight ! 

Behold  the  blest  assembly  there, 
Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven  ! 

And  God,  the  judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vilest  sins  forgiven. 

The  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead 

But  one  communion  make ; 
All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  head, 

And  of  his  grace  partake. 

In  such  society  as  this 

My  weary  soul  would  rest : 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jesus  is 

Must  be  for  ever  blest. 

Hymn  183.    C.  M. 

SIN,  like  a  venomous  disease, 
Infects  our  vital  blood  : 
The  only  balm  is  sovereign  grace, 
And  the  physician  God. 

Our  beauty  and  our  strength  are  fled, 

And  we  draw  near  to  death ; 
But  Christ,  the  Lord,  recalls  the  dead, 

With  his  almighty  breath. 
Madness  by  nature  reigns  within, 

The  passions  burn  and  rage ; 
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386  HYMN  184,  185 

Till  God's  own  Son,  with  skill  divine, 
The  inward  fire  assuage. 

Hymn  184.    CM. 

LO !  the  destroying  angel  flies 
To  Pharoah's  stubborn  land ; 
The  pride  and  flower  of  Egypt  dies 
By  his  vindictive  hand. 

2  He  passed  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er, 

Nor  poured  the  wrath  divine  ; 
He  saw  the  blood  on  every  door, 
And  blessed  the  peaceful  sign. 

3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  must  bleed, 

To  break  the  Egyptian  yoke  ; 
Thus  Israel  is  from  bondage  freed, 
And  'scapes  the  angel's  stroke. 

4  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  sprinkled  too 

With  blood  so  rich  as  thine, 
Justice  no  longer  would  pursue 
This  guilty  soul  of  mine. 

5  Jesus  our  passover  was  slain, 

And  has  at  once  procured 
Freedom  from  Satan's  heavy  chain, 
And  God's  avenging  sword. 

Hymn  185.    L.  M. 

BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
And  thousands  walk  together  there ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross," 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command : 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 


HYMN  186,  187.  387 

Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain ; 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new ; 

Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain ; 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 
Hymn  186.    C.  M. 

STRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high ; 
Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 

While  crowds  mistake  and  die. 
Beloved  self  must  be  denied, 

The  mind  and  will  renewed, 
Passion  suppressed,  and  patience  tried, 

And  vain  desires  subdued. 
Flesh  is  a  dangerous  foe  to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules ; 
Flesh  must  be  humbled,  pride  abased, 

Lest  they  destroy  our  souls. 
The  love  of  gold  be  banished  hence, 

(That  vile  idolatry,) 
And  every  member,  every  sense, 

In  sweet  subjection  lie. 
The  tongue,  that  most  unruly  power, 

Requires  a  strong  restraint ; 
We  must  be  watchful  every  hour, 

And  pray,  but  never  faint. 

Lord,  can  a  feeble  helpless  worm 

Fulfil  a  task  so  hard  ? 
Thy  grace  must  all  my  work  perform, 

And  give  the  free  reward. 

Hymn  187.   C.  M. 

MY  thoughts  surmount  those  lower  skies, 
And  look  within  the  veil : 


388  HYMN  188. 

There  springs  of  endless  pleasure  rise, 
The  waters  never  fail. 

2  There  I  behold,  with  sweet  delight, 

The  blessed  Three  in  One ; 
And  strong  affections  fix  my  sight 
On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promise  stands  for  ever  firm, 

His  grace  shall  ne'er  depart ; 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  seals  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings ; 

How  short  our  sorrows  are, 
When  with  eternal  future  things, 
The  present  we  compare! 

5  I  would  not  be  a  stranger  still 

To  that  celestial  place, 
Where  I  for  ever  hope  to  dwell, 
Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 

Hymn  188.    C.  M. 

IOXG  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 
^  Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ; 
But  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 

And  hear  almost  in  vain : 
How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
Can  my  false  heart  retain  ! 

3  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love ! 

How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  ! 
How  few  affections  there  ! 

4  Great  God !  thy  sovereign  power  impart 

To  give  thy  word  success  ; 


HYMN  189,  190.  389 

Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

5  Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 
That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay, 
And  love  shall  never  die. 

Hymn  189.    L.  M. 

JEHOVAH  reigns,  enthroned  on  high, 
His  rohes  are  light  and  majesty  ! 
His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe ; 
His  justice  guards  his  holy  law  ; 
His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  works  his  wisdom  shines, 
And  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs ; 

His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfil 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 

£  And  will  the  Lord  now  condescend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend ! 
Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join ; 
Heaven  is  secure  if  God  be  mine. 

Hymn  190.  L.  M. 

'HpWAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
-*-    When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blessed,  and  brake; 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake  ! 
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390  HYMN  191. 

3  "  This  is  my  body  broke  for  sin ; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  :" 
Then  took  the  cup  and  blest  the  wine ; 
"  'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

4  For  us  his  flesh  with  nails  was  torn, 
He  bore  the  scourge,  he  felt  the  thorn : 
And  justice  poured  upon  his  head 

Its  heavy  vengeance  in  our  stead. 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  spilt, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt ; 
When  for  black  crimes  of  biggest  size, 
He  gave  his  soul  a  sacrifice. 

6  "  Do  this,  (he  cried)  'till  time  shall  end, 
In  memory  of  your  dying  friend  ; 
Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

7  Jesus  !  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name, 
'Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

Hymn  191.   C.  M. 

HOW  condescending  and  how  kind 
Was  God's  eternal  Son ! 
Our  misery  reached  his  heavenly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  doAvn. 

2  When  justice  by  our  sins  provoked, 

Drew  forth  its  dreadful  sword, 

He  gave  his  soul  up  to  the  stroke, 

Without  a  murmuring  word. 

3  He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne  : 
There 's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows 
Bat  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 


HYMN  192,  193.  391 

This  was  compassion  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 

His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 
Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  still  as  great : 
Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 

Nor  lets  his  saints  forget. 
Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record, 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardoned  guilt, 

Mourn  that  we  pierced  the  Lord. 
Hymn  192.    L.  M. 

JESUS  is  gone  above  the  skies 
Where  our  weak  senses  reach  him  not ; 
And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 

To  thrust  our  Saviour  from  our  thought. 
lie  knows  what  wandering  hearts  we  have, 

Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face, 
And  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  gave 
These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

Let  sinful  sweets  be  all  forgot, 

And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem ; 
Christ  and  his  love  fill  every  thought, 

And  faith  and  hope  be  fixed  on  him. 
While  he  is  absent  from  our  sight, 

'Tis  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place, 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heavenly  light, 

And  live  for  ever  near  his  face. 

Hymn  193.    C.  M. 
"  HPHE  promise  of  my  Father's  love 

A    Shall  stand  for  ever  good  :" 
He  said,  and  gave  his  soul  to  death, 

And  sealed  the  grace  with  blood. 


392  HYMN  194. 

2  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word, 

I  set  my  worthless  name ; 
I  seal  th'  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  The  light,  and  strength,  and  pardoning  grace, 

And  endless  bliss  be  mine ; 
My  life  and  soul,  my  heart  and  flesh, 
And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 

4  I  call  that  legacy  my  own, 

Which  Jesus  did  bequeath  ; 
'Twas  purchased  with  a  dying  groan, 
And  ratified  in  death. 

5  Sweet  is  the  memory  of  his  name, 

Who  blest  us  in  his  will, 
And  to  his  testament  of  love, 
Made  his  own  blood  the  seal. 

Hymn  194.  L.  M. 
"VJtTHEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross, 

*  *      On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ  my  God ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  ;     , 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 


HYMN  195,  196.  393 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

Hymn  195.    L.  M. 

NATURE  with  open  volume  stands, 
To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad ; 
And  every  labour  of  his  hands 

Shows  something  worthy  of  a  God. 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man, 

His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines ; 
Here,  on  the  cross,  'tis  fairest  drawn 
In  precious  blood  and  crimson  lines. 

3  Here  I  behold  his  inmost  heart, 

Where  grace  and  vengeance  strangely  join, 
Piercing  his  Son  with  sharpest  smart, 
To  make  the  purchased  blessings  mine. 

4  O !  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 

Where  God  the  Saviour  loved  and  died ! 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  side. 

5  1  would  for  ever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown : 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 

Hymn  196.   C.  M. 

HOW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 
With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 
2  Here  every  bowel  of  our  God 
With  soft  compassion  rolls  : 
Here  peace  and  pardon,  bought  with  blood, 
Is  food  for  dying  souls. 


394  HYMN  197. 

3  While  all  our  hearts  in  this  our  song 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cries  with  thankful  tongue, 
"  Lord  why  was  I  a  guest  ?" 

4  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there  's  room ; 
When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come  ?" 

5  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 

That  sweetly  forced  us  in  : 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 

6  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

7  We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chosen  race 
May,  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace. 

Hymn  197.    L.  M. 

AT  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord, 
Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast ; 
Thy  love  has  spread  the  sacred  board, 
To  feed  the  faith  of  every  guest. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 

And  trusts  for  life  in  one  that  died ; 
We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 

And  fling  their  scandals  on  thy  cause ; 
We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  cross. 


HYMN  198,  199.  395 

With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 
He  that  was  dead  hath  left  his  tomb ; 

He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 

Hymn  198.    C.  M. 

COME  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 
High  as  our  joys  arise, 
And  join  the  songs  above  the  sky, 

Where  pleasure  never  dies. 
Jesus,  the  God  that  fought  and  bled, 

And  conquered  when  he  fell ; 
That  rose,  and  at  his  chariot  wheels 

Dragged  all  the  powers  of  hell ; 
Victorious  King  !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favours  so  divine  ? 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away, 

To  be  for  ever  thine. 
We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  highest  praise, 

The  tribute  of  our  tongues  ; 
But  themes  so  infinite  as  these 

Exceed  our  noblest  songs. 

Hymn  199.  C.  M. 
^TTING  around  our  Father's  board, 
^  We  raise  our  tuneful  breath ; 
Our  faith  beholds  our  dying  Lord, 

And  dooms  our  sins  to  death. 
We  see  the  blood  of  Jesus  shed, 

Whence  all  our  pardons  rise ; 
The  sinner  views  th'  atonement  made, 

And  loves  the  sacrifice. 
Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  shameful  cross, 

Procure  us  heavenly  crowns : 
Our  highest  gain  springs  from  thy  loss, 

Our  healing  from  thy  wounds. 


396  HYMN  200,  201. 

4  O !  'tis  impossible  that  we, 
Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 
Should  equal  sufferings  bear  for  thee, 
Or  equal  thanks  repay. 

Hymn  200.    P.  M. 

GUIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land ; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty, 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me,  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through ; 

Strong  deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside : 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

Hymn  201.    L.  M. 

WITHIN  thy  house,  O  Lord,  our  God, 
In  glorious  majesty  appear ; 
Make  this  a  place  of  thine  abode, 

And  shed  thy  choicest  blessings  here. 

2  When  we  thy  mercy-seat  surround, 

Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  to  us  impart ; 
And  let  thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 
With  power  divine  reach  every  heart. 

3  Here  let  the  blind  their  sight  obtain, 

Here  give  the  broken  spirit  rest ; 


HYMN  202,  203.  397 

Let  Jesus  here  triumphant  reign, 
Enthroned  in  every  yielding  breast. 
:  Here  let  the  voice  of  sacred  joy 
And  humble  supplication  rise, 

Till  higher  strains  our  tongues  employ, 
In  realms  of  bliss  beyond  the  skies. 

Hymn  202.   CM. 

GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 

And  rides  upon  the  storm>! 
Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never  failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 

And  works  his  sovereign  will. 
Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 

In  blessings  on  your  head. 
Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 

He  hides  a  smiling  face. 
His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour : 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 

But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 
Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 

And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

Hymn  203.    C.  M. 

THE  Saviour  !  O  what  endless  charms 
Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
2l 


398  HYMN  204. 

Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 

3  Th'  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 

Stooped  to  our  vile  abode ; 
While  angels  viewed  with  wondering  eyesr 
And  hailed  th'  incarnate  God  ! 

4  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine  ! 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine : 
I  cannot  wish  for  more  ! 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  All ! 

Hymn  204.    CM. 

HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  Name !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 

My  shield  and  hiding  place ; 
My  never  failing  treasury,  filled 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus  !  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 


HYMN  205,  206.  399 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

6  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

Hymn  205.    S.  M. 

AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb ; 
Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  rising  power, 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ  the  eternal  King. 

4  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come !" 
Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 
And  take  his  wanderers  home. 

Hymn  206.    C.  M. 
^TX)  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 
-■-    Awake  the  sacred  song  ! 
O  may  his  love,  (immortal  flame !) 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His  love,  what  mortal  thought  can  reach ; 
What  mortal  tongue  display ! 


400  HYMN  207,  208. 

Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 

3  Dear  Lord,  while  we  adoring  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee, 
May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 
"  The  Saviour  died  for  me  !" 

4  O  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme, 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 
Till  strangers  love  thy  charming  name, 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 

Hymn  207.    L.  M. 
'r  I  MS  finished  !  so  the  Saviour  cried, 

-*-    And  meekly  bowed  his  head,  and  died 
'Tis  finished — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finished — all  that  heaven  decreed, 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said, 

Is  now  fulfilled,  as  was  designed, 
In  me  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finished — heaven  is  reconciled, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoiled : 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness  again 
Return,  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

4  'Tis  finished — let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round : 

'Tis  finished — let  the  echo  fly 

Thro'  heaven  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky. 

Hymn  208.    L.  M.  D. 

HE  dies !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 
Lo,  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 
A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground! 
Come,  saints  !  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 
For  him  who  groaned  beneath  your  load  ; 


HYMN  209.  401 

He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood! 

Here  's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree  ! 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But,  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 
The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ! 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies  ! 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies ! 

Dry  up  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns ! 
Sing  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster  Death  in  chains  ! 
Say — "  Live  for  ever,  wondrous  King  ! 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save !" 
Then  ask  the  monster — "  Where  's  thy  sting? 
And  where  's  thy  victory,  boasting  grave  ?" 

Hymn  209.    7's. 

HARK  the  herald  angels  say, 
Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day ! 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Let  the  glorious  tidings  fly. 

Love's  redeeming  work  is  done 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won ; 
Lo  !  the  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er, 
Lo !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more  ! 

Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell : 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 
Christ  hath  opened  paradise  ! 

Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ! 
"  Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ?" 
2l2 


402  HYMN  210,  211. 

Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save ; 
Where  's  thy  victory  boasting  grave  ? 

5  What  though  once  we  perished  all, 
Partners  of  our  parent's  fall, 
Second  life  we  now  receive, 

And  in  Christ  for  ever  live. 

6  Hail !  thou  dear  almighty  Lord, 
Hail !  thou  great  incarnate  Word, 
Hail !  thou  suffering  Son  of  God, 
Take  the  trophies  of  thy  blood. 

Hymn  210.   7's. 

LO,  the  stone  is  rolled  away , 
Death  yields  up  his  mighty  prey : 
Jesus  rising  from  the  tomb, 
Scatters  all  its  fearful  gloom. 

2  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs, 
Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres ! 
Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs, 
From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 

3  Every  note  with  rapture  swell, 
And  the  Saviour's  triumph  tell : 
Where,  O  death  !  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Where  thy  terrors,  vanquished  king  ? 

4  Let  Immanuel  be  adored, 
Ransom,  Mediator,  Lord  ! 
To  creation's  utmost  bound 
Let  th'  eternal  praise  resound. 

Hymn  211.    8's&7's. 

JESUS,  hail !  enthroned  in  glory, 
There  for  ever  to  abide  ; 
All  the  heavenly  host  adore  thee, 
Seated  at  thy  Father's  side. 


HYMN  212.  403 

2  There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading, 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare ; 
Ever  for  us  interceding, 
Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

3  Worship,  honour,  power,  and  blessing, 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  : 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing, 
Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 

4  Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits  ! 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays ; 
Help  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits, 
Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 

Hymn  212.    CM. 

"^TOW  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 
J^    Our  great  High  Priest  above ; 
And  celebrate  his  constant  care, 
And  sympathetic  love. 

2  Though  raised  to  a  superior  throne, 

Where  angels  bow  around, 
And  high  o'er  all  the  shining  train, 
With  matchless  honours  crowned ; 

3  The  names  of  all  his  saints  he  bears, 

Deep  graven  on  his  heart ; 
Nor  shall  the  meanest  Christian  say, 
That  he  hath  lost  his  part. 

4  Those  characters  shall  fair  abide 

Our  everlasting  trust, 
When  gems,  and  monuments,  and  crowns, 
Are  mouldered  down  to  dust. 

5  So,  gracious  Saviour,  on  my  breast 

May  thy  dear  name  be  worn ; 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard, 
To  endless  ages  borne. 


404  HYMN  213,  214. 

Hymn  213.    CM. 

FATHER  of  peace,  and  God  of  love, 
We  own  thy  power  to  save ; 
That  power,  by  which  our  Shepherd  rose, 
Victorious  o'er  the  grave. 

2  We  triumph  in  that  Shepherd's  name, 

Still  watchful  for  our  good, 
Who  brought  th'  eternal  covenant  down, 
And  sealed  it  with  his  blood. 

3  So  may  thy  Spirit  seal  my  soul, 

And  mould  it  to  thy  will ; 
That  my  fond  heart  no  more  may  stray, 
But  keep  thy  covenant  still. 

4  Still  may  we  gain  superior  strength, 

And  press  with  vigour  on, 
Till  full  perfection  crown  our  hopes, 
And  fix  us  near  thy  throne. 

Hymn  214.    S.  M. 

COME,  holy  Spirit,  come  ; 
Let  thy  bright  beams  arise ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  minds, 
And  open  thou  our  eyes. 

2  Revive  our  drooping  faith  ; 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove ; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never  dying  love. 

3  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood  ; 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 

The  gracious  love  of  God. 
I  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  on  every  part, 

And  new  create  the  whole. 


HYMN  215,  216.  405 

Dwell,  therefore,  in  our  hearts ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love^ 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 

Hymn  215.    L.  M. 

COME,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind, 
And  fit  me  to  approach  my  God ; 
Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought, 

And  lead  me  to  thy  blest  abode. 
Hast  thou  imparted  to  my  soul 

A  living  spark  of  holy  fire  ? 
Oh !  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame, 

Make  me  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 
A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 

And  let  me  now  my  Saviour  see : 
Oh  !  soothe  and  cheer  my  burdened  heart, 

And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  thee. 

Hymn  216.    CM. 

THE  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 
And  brings  the  truth  to  sight ; 
Precepts  and  promises  afford 

A  sanctifying  light. 
A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic,  like  the  sun ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, 

It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 
The  hand  that  gave  it,  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 

They  rise,  but  never  set. 
Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 

With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 


406  HYMN  217,  219. 

5  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 
The  steps  of  him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

Hymn  217.   S.  M. 

GRACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound ! 
Harmonious  to  mine  ear  ! 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  first  inscribed  my  name 

In  God's  eternal  book ; 
'Twas  grace  that  gave  me  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  all  my  sorrows  took. 

4  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

5  Grace  taught  my  soul  to  pray, 

And  made  my  eyes  o'erflow ; 
'Twas  grace  that  kept  me  to  this  day, 
And  will  not  let  me  go. 

6  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

Hymn  218.   CM. 

GREAT  God!  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Are  by  creation  thine ; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 


HYMN  219.  407 

But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind ; 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 

Are  treasured  in  thy  mind. 
Lord !  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  every  tribe,  and  every  soul, 

Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound  ? 
O  when  shall  Afric's  sable  sons 

Enjoy  the  heavenly  word, 
And  vassals,  long  enslaved,  become 

The  freemen  of  the  Lord  ? 
When  shall  th'  untutored  Indian  tribes, 

A  dark  bewildered  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  Immanuel's  feet, 

And  learn  and  feel  his  grace  ? 
Smile,  Lord,  on  each  sincere  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays, 
And  build  on  sin's  demolished  throne 

The  temple  of  thy  praise. 

Hymn  219.   P.M. 

BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow ; 
The  gladly  solemn  sound, 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ! 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Exalt  the  Son  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb : 
Redemption  by  his  blood 

To  all  the  world  proclaim  : 
The  year,  &c. 
Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above, 


408  HYMN  220,  221. 

Come  take  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love : 
The  year,  &c. 
4  The  gospel  trumpet  sounds, 

Let  all  the  nations  hear, 
And  earth's  remotest  bounds 

Before  the  throne  appear  : 
The  year,  &c. 

Hymn  220.    P.M. 

O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still,  and  gaze ; 
All  the  promises  do  travail 

With  a  glorious  day  of  grace : 

Blessed  Jubilee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

2  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

And  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ; 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease ; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions, 
Multiply,  and  still  increase ! 

Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 

Hymn  221.    L.  M. 

ANOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  sabbath  is  begun  ; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blessed. 
2  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies ; 


HYMN  222,  223.  409 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 
This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 
In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away ; 
How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end ! 

Hymn  222.    L,  M. 

RETURN,  my  roving  heart,  return, 
And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no  more; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 
O  thou  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye 
Distinctly  marks  each  deep  recess, 
In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 
Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart, 
My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
'Till  all  be  searched  and  purified. 
Then,  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 
Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer ; 
Till  every  grace  shall  join  to  prove, 
That  God  hath  fixed  his  dwelling  there. 

Hymn  223.    L.  P.  M. 

COME,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
To  whom  we  for  our  children  cry ; 
The  good  desired  and  wanted  most, 
Out  of  thy  richest  grace  supply  ! 
The  sacred  discipline  be  given, 
To  train  and  bring  them  up  for  heaven. 

2  m 


410  HYMN  224. 

2  Error  and  ignorance  remove, 

Their  blindness  both  of  heart  and  mind: 
Give  them  the  wisdom  from  above, 

Spotless,  and  peaceable,  and  kind ; 
In  knowledge  pure  their  minds  renew, 
And  store  with  thoughts  divinely  true. 

3  Father,  accept  them  through  thy  Son, 

And  ever  by  thy  Spirit  guide  ! 
Thy  wisdom  in  their  lives  be  shown, 

Thy  name  confessed  and  glorified  ; 
Thy  power  and  love  diffused  abroad, 
Till  all  the  earth  be  filled  with  God. 

Hymn  224.    C.  M. 

SEE  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 
With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark  !  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

4  Ye  little  flock,  with  pleasure  hear : 

Ye  children,  seek  his  face ; 
And  fly  with  transports  to  receive 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

5  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 

Thy  guardian  care  we  trust : 
That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  hearts, 
If  weeping  o'er  their  dust. 


HYMN  225,  226.  411 

Hymn  225.    8's,  &  7's. 

COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above ; 
Praise  the  mount — O  fix  me  on  it, 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  with  precious  blood. 

Oh  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be ! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee  ! 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
Here  's  my  heart,  Lord,  take  and  seal  it  • 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

Hymn  226.    CM. 
r|^HOU  lovely  Source  of  true  delight, 
-*-    Whom  I  unseen  adore  ! 
Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines  ; 

But  in  thy  sacred  word 
I  read  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 

My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 


412  HYMN  227. 

3  'Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 

And  sins  and  sorrows  rise, 
Thy  love  with  cheerful  beams  of  hop 
My  fainting  heart  supplies. 

4  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  light, 

O  come  with  blissful  ray, 
Break  radiant  through  the  shades  of  night, 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

5  Then  shall  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 

The  wonders  of  thy  love ; 
But  the  full  glories  of  thy  face 
Are  only  known  above. 

Hymn  227.   C.  M. 

OH !  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed  ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee* 


HYMN  228.  413 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

Hymn  228.   C.  M. 
"IX^HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

*  *     My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  to  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3  When  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran ; 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  When  worn  by  sickness,  oft  hast  thou 

With  health  renewed  my  face ; 
And  when  in  sin  and  sorrows  sunk, 
Revived  my  soul  with  grace. 

5  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

6  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

7  Through  all  eternity  to  thee, 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  : 
But  O,  eternity 's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise  ! 
2  m  2 


414  HYMN  229,  230,  231. 

Hymn  229.  C.  M. 

IN  every  trouble,  sharp  and  strong, 
My  soul  to  Jesus  flies ; 
My  anchor-hold  is  firm  in  him, 
When  swelling  billows  rise. 

2  His  comforts  bear  my  spirits  up, 

I  trust  a  faithful  God  ; 
The  sure  foundation  of  my  hope 
Is  in  a  Saviour's  blood. 

3  Loud  hallelujahs  sing,  my  soul, 

To  thy  Redeemer's  name  ! 
In  joy,  in  sorrow,  life  and  death, 
His  love  is  still  the  same. 

Hymn  230.    CM. 

FATHER,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise : — 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine, 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end!" 

Hymn  231.   C.  M. 

OLORD,  my  best  desires  fulfil, 
And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 
2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 
Whose  love  forbids  mv  fears  ? 


H\7MN  232.  415 

Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No,  rather  let  me  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize,  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way , 

Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 
A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crushed  before  the  moth  ! 

5  But  ah  !  my  inward  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway ; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  my  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

Hymn  232.    P.M. 

LO !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favoured  sinners  slain ! 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 

Hallelujah! 
Jesus  comes,  and  comes  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ! 
Those  who  set  at  naught,  and  sold  him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see  ! 

3  Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away ; 
All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day : 

"  Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment !  come  away." 


416  HYMN  233,  234. 

4  jNow  redemption,  long  expected, 

See,  in  solemn  pomp  appear! 
All  his  saints  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air. 

Hallelujah  ! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

5  Mighty  King !  let  all  adore  thee, 

High  on  thine  eternal  throne ! 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory  ; 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own  ! 

O  come  quickly, 
Hallelujah  !  come,  Lord,  come ! 

Hymn  233.    L.  M. 

HE  comes  !  he  comes  !  the  Judge  severe ; 
The  seventh  trumpet  speaks  him  near ! 
The  lightnings  flash,  the  thunders  roll, 
He  's  welcome  to  the  faithful  soul. 

2  From  heaven  angelic  voices  sound, 
See  the  almighty  Jesus  crowned ! 
Girt  with  omnipotence  and  grace ; 
And  glory  decks  the  Saviour's  face. 

3  Shout,  all  ye  armies  of  the  sky, 
And  all  ye  saints  of  God  most  high  ; 
Jesus,  who  now  his  right  obtains, 
For  ever,  and  for  ever  reigns. 

Hymn  234.    S.  M. 

BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  christian  love ! 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds, 
Is  like  to  that  above. 
2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers : 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts,  and  our  cares. 


HYMN  235.  417 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear, 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin  we  shall  be  free ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign, 
Through  all  eternity. 

Hymn  235.    L.  M. 

AND  will  the  great,  eternal  God, 
On  earth  establish  his  abode  ? 
And  will  he,  from  his  radiant  throne, 
Accept  our  temples  for  his  own  ? 

2  These  walls  we  to  thy  honour  raise ; 
Long  may  they  echo  with  thy  praise ; 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

3  Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train ; 
Wrhile  power  divine  his  word  attends, 
To  conquer  foes,  and  cheer  his  friends. 

4  And  in  the  great  decisive  day, 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey, 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
That  crowds  were  born  for  glory  here. 


418  HYMN  236,23V. 

Hymn  236.   P.M. 

THE  Lord  of  earth  and  sky, 
The  God  of  ages  praise  ! 
Who  reigns  enthroned  on  high, 

Ancient  of  endless  days  ; 
Who  lengthens  out  our  trial  here, 
And  spares  us  yet  another  year. 

2  Barren  and  withered  trees, 

We  cumbered  long  the  ground ; 
No  fruit  of  holiness 

On  our  dead  souls  was  found  : 
Yet  doth  he  us  in  mercy  spare, 
Another,  and  another  year. 

3  When  justice  gave  the  word, 

To  cut  the  fig-tree  down, 
The  pity  of  our  Lord, 

Cried,  "  Let  it  still  alone :" 
The  Father  mild  inclines  his  ear, 
And  spares  us  yet  another  year. 

Hymn  237.    CM. 

OGOD  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  fed : 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led ; 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  thy  throne  of  grace : 
God  of  our  fathers  !  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide ; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 

4  O  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 


HYMN  238,  239.  419 

And  at  our  Father's  loved  abode 

Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 
5  Such  blessings  from  thy  gracious  hand 

Our  humble  prayers  implore ; 
And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God, 

And  portion  evermore. 

Hymn  238.    L.  M.  D. 

THE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim : 
Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land, 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

2  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And,  nightly  to  the  listening  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth ; 
While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  What  though,  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball  ? 
What  though  no  real  voice,  nor  sound, 
Amidst  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 

And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice ; 

For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine, 

"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

Hymn  239.    L.  M. 
f\  THOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight, 
^-^    The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light ; 


420  HYMN  240. 

Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee ; 
O  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free ! 

2  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 

Be  thou  my  Light,  be  thou  my  Way ; 

No  foes,  nor  violence  I  fear, 

Nor  fraud,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

3  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe  ; 
Jesus,  thy  timely  aid  impart, 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

4  Saviour,  where'er  thy  steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untired,  I  follow  thee : 
O  let  thy  hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  holy  hill ! 

5  If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day ; 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

Hymn  240.    C.  M. 

PERMIT  me,  Lord,  to  seek  thy  face, 
Obedient  to  thy  call ; 
To  seek  the  presence  of  thy  grace, 
My  strength,  my  life,  my  all. 

I  All  I  can  wish,  is  thine  to  give 
My  God,  I  ask  thy  love, 
That  greatest  bliss  I  can  receive, 
That  bliss  of  heaven  above. 

\  To  heaven  my  restless  heart  aspires  ; 
O  for  a  quickening  ray, 
To  wake  and  warm  my  faint  desires, 
And  cheer  the  tiresome  way  ! 

[  The  path  to  thy  divine  abode, 
Through  a  wild  desert  lies ; 


HYMN  241.  421 

A  thousand  snares  beset  the  road, 
A  thousand  terrors  rise. 

Satan  and  sin  unite  their  art 

To  keep  me  from  my  Lord ; 
Dear  Saviour,  guard  my  trembling  heart, 

And  guide  me  by  thy  word. 

My  guardian,  my  almighty  friend, 

On  thee  my  soul  would  rest ; 
On  thee  alone  my  hopes  depend, 

Be  near,  and  1  am  blest. 

Hymn  241.    CM. 
TT7HEX  rising  from  the  bed  of  death, 
J  ™     Overwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face, 
O  how  shall  I  appear ! 

If  yet  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 

And  trembles  at  the  thought ; 

When  thou,  O  Lord,  shalt  stand  disclosed, 

In  majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 

O  how  shall  I  appear ! 

But  thou  hast  told  the  troubled  mind, 

Who  do^s  her  sins  lament, 
The  timely  tribute  of  her  tears 

Shall  endless  woe  prevent. 

Then  see  the  sorrows  of  my  heart, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late ; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groans. 

To  give  these  sorrows  weight. 

For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 
Her  pardon  to  procure, 
2n 


422  HYMN  242,243. 

Who  knows  thine  only  Son  has  died, 
To  make  her  pardon  sure. 
Hymn  242.    C.  M. 

OTHOU,  my  light,  my  life,  my  joy, 
My  glory,  and  my  all ; 
Unsent  by  thee,  no  good  can  come, 
Nor  evil  can  befall. 

2  Such  are  thy  schemes  of  providence, 

And  methods  of  thy  grace, 

That  I  may  safely  trust  in  thee, 

Through  all  the  wilderness. 

3  'Tis  thine  outstretched  and  powerful  arm 

Upholds  me  in  the  way ; 
And  thy  rich  bounty  well  supplies 
The  wants  of  every  day. 

4  For  such  compassions,  O  my  God  ! 

Ten  thousand  thanks  are  due ; 
For  such  compassions,  I  esteem 
Ten  thousand  thanks  too  few. 

Hymn  243.    L.  M. 

JESUS,  my  Saviour,  let  me  be 
More  perfectly  conformed  to  thee ; 
Implant  each  grace,  each  sin  dethrone, 
And  form  my  temper  like  thine  own. 

2  My  foe,  when  hungry,  let  me  feed, 
Share  in  his  grief,  supply  his  need ; 
The  haughty  frown  may  I  not  fear, 
But  with  a  lowly  meekness  bear. 

3  Let  the  envenomed  heart  and  tongue, 
The  hand  outstretched  to  do  me  wrong, 
Excite  no  feelings  in  my  breast, 

But  such  as  Jesus  once  expressed. 

4  To  others  let  me  always  give, 
What  I  from  others  would  receive  ; 


HYMN  244,  245.  423 

Good  deeds  for  evil  ones  return, 
Nor,  when  provoked,  with  anger  burn. 
This  will  proclaim  how  bright  and  fair 
The  precepts  of  the  gospel  are  ; 
And  God  himself,  the  God  of  love, 
His  own  resemblance  will  approve. 

Hymn  244.    L.  M. 

COME,  Saviour  Jesus,  from  above ! 
Assist  me  with  thy  heavenly  grace : 
Empty  my  heart  of  earthly  love, 

And  for  thyself  prepare  the  place. 
O  let  thy  sacred  presence  fill, 

And  set  my  longing  spirit  free, 
Which  pants  to  have  no  other  will, 

But  day  and  night  to  feast  on  thee ! 
That  path  with  humble  speed  I'll  seek, 

In  which  my  Saviour's  footsteps  shine ; 
Nor  will  I  hear,  nor  will  I  speak 

Of  any  other  love  but  thine. 
Henceforth,  may  no  profane  delight 

Divide  this  consecrated  soul; 
Possess  it  thou,  who  hast  the  right, 

As  Lord  and  Master  of  the  whole. 
Nothing  on  earth  do  I  desire, 

But  thy  pure  love  with.n  my  breast ; 
This,  only  this,  will  I  require, 

And  freely  give  up  all  the  rest. 

Hymn  245.    L.  M. 

BESET  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand ; 
Saviour  divine,  diffuse  thy  light, 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 
Engage  this  roving  treacherous  heart, 
To  fix  on  Mary's  better  part ; 


424  HYMN  246,247. 

To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day, 
For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise, 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies ; 
No  fatal  shipwreck  shall  I  fear, 

But  all  my  treasures  with  me  bear. 

4  If  thou,  my  Jesus,  still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die  : 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  immortal  bliss  in  thee. 

Hymn  246.    L.  M. 

THINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord !  we  love; 
But  there  's  a  nobler  rest  above ; 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire 
With  ardent  love  and  strong  desire. 

2  In  thy  blest  kingdom  we  shall  be 
From  every  mortal  trouble  free ; 

No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  O  long  expected  day,  begin  ! 
Dawn  on  this  world  of  woe  and  sin : 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
To  sleep  in  death,  and  rest  in  God. 

Hymn  247.  L.  M. 

COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above : 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide ; 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 
2  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way : 


HYMN  248,  249.  425 

Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  not  depart. 
Lead  us  to  holiness, — the  road 
That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  precepts  stray. 
Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
In  his  enjoyment  to  be  blest ; 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 
Hymn  248.    L.  M. 

HOW  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  ! 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest, 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 

How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast ! 
So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away, 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er, 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day, 

So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 
A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys ; 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound, 

Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 
Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ! 
How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  appears  ; 

Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell! 
Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies ; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 

"  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  !" 

Hymn  249.    L.  M. 
THOU  before  whose  gracious  throne, 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirits  down, 
2n2 


426  HYMN  250. 

View  the  sad  breast,  the  streaming  eye, 
And  let  our  sorrows  pierce  the  sky. 

2  Thou  knowest  the  anxious  cares  we  feel, 
And  all  our  trembling  lips  would  tell ; 
Thou  only  canst  assuage  our  grief, 
And  give  our  aching  hearts  relief. 

3  With  power  benign  thy  servant  spare, 
Nor  turn  aside  thy  people's  prayer ; 
Avert  thy  swift-descending  stroke, 
Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  the  flock. 

4  Restore  him  sinking  to  the  grave, 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save ; 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give, 

And  bid  our  friend  and  father  live. 

5  Bound  to  each  soul  by  tenderest  ties, 
In  every  breast  his  image  lies ; 
Thy  pitying  aid,  O  God,  impart, 

Nor  rend  him  from  each  bleeding  heart. 

6  Yet  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  prayers  and  tears  can  naught  avail, 
Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
And  guide  him  safe  to  endless  day. 

Hymn  250.    CM. 

NOW  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive, 
And  all  our  tears  be  dry  ; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drowned  in  grief, 
Which  view  a  Saviour  nigh  ? 

2  What,  though  the  arm  of  conquering  death, 

Does  God's  own  house  invade  ? 
What,  though  the  prophet  and  the  priest, 
Be  numbered  with  the  dead  ? 

3  Though  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dust, 

The  aged,  and  the  young, 


HYMN  251.  427 

The  watchful  eye,  in  darkness  closed, 
And  mute  the  instructive  tongue. 

4  TV  eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 

New  comfort  to  impart ; 
His  eye  still  guides  us,  and  his  voice 
Still  animates  our  heart. 

5  "  Lo,  I  am  with  you  !"  saith  the  Lord ; 

"  My  church  shall  safe  ahide  : 
For  I  will  ne'er  forsake  my  own, 
Whose  souls  in  me  confide." 

6  Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 

This  promise  is  our  trust ; 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song, 
When  we  are  cold  in  dust. 
Hymn  251.    L.  M. 

AFFLICTED  saint !  to  Christ  draw  near, 
Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear : 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 
That  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  strong  ; 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee ; 
For  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

3  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name : 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see, 

That  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  When  called  by  him  to  bear  the  cross, 
Reproach,  affliction,  pain,  or  loss, 

Or  deep  distress,  and  poverty ; 

Still  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

5  When  death  at  length  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue ; 


428  HYMN  252,  253. 

He  comes  to  set  thy  spirit  free ; 

And  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

Hymn  252.    L.  M. 

OH  !  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
To  take  this  stubborn  stone  away ; 
And  thaw  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend ;  the  earth  can  quake; 
The  sea  can  roar ;  the  mountains  shake  ; 
Of  feeling  all  things  show  some  sign, 

But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt ; 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  move  this  heart  of  mine. 

i  Thy  judgments,  too,  unmoved  I  hear, 
(Amazing  thought !)  which  devils  fear  : 
Goodness  and  wrath  in  vain  combine, 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

3  But  power  divine  can  do  the  deed, 
And  much  to  feel  that  power  I  need ; 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 
And  move  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

Hymn  253.    C.  M. 

SINNERS,  the  voice  of  God  regard  ; 
'Tis  Mercy  speaks  to-day ; 
He  calls  you  by  his  sovereign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 
2  Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest, 
You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast, 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 
5  Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell ; 
Why  will  you  persevere  ? 


HYMN  254.  429 

Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair  ? 

4  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  woe  ! 

5  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live 

Through  his  abounding  grace: 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 

6  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  every  sin : 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord; 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

7  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts  ; 

He  pardons  like  a  God ; 
He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults, 
Through  a  Redeemer's  blood. 

Hymn  254.    CM. 

YE  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears, 
Be  mercy  all  your  theme ; 
Mercy,  which  like  a  river  flows, 
In  one  perpetual  stream. 

2  "  Fear  not"  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell ; 

God  will  those  powers  restrain ; 
His  arm  shall  all  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

3  "  Fear  not"  the  want  of  outward  good  ; 

For  his  he  will  provide ; 
Grant  them  supplies  of  daily  food, 
And  give  them  heaven  beside. 

4  "  Fear  not"  that  he  will  e'er  forsake, 

Or  leave  his  work  undone  j 


430  HYMN  255,  256. 

He 's  faithful  to  his  promises, 
And  faithful  to  his  Son. 

5  "  Fear  not"  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Or  death's  tremendous  sting  ; 
He  will  from  endless  wrath  preserve, 
To  endless  glory  bring. 

Hymn  255.    L.  M. 

|T^  OD,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
^-*   Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known : 
Where  love  in  all  its  glory  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here  sinners,  of  an  humble  frame, 

May  taste  his  grace,  and  learn  his  name ; 
May  read,  in  characters  of  blood, 
The  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  of  God. 

3  The  prisoner  here  may  break  his  chains ; 
The  weary  rest  from  all  his  pains; 

The  captive  feel  his  bondage  cease ; 
The  mourner  find  the  way  of  peace. 

4  Here  faith  reveals  to  mortal  eyes 

A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies : 

Here  shines  the  light  which  guides  our  way 

From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 

£  0 !  grant  us  grace,  almighty  Lord  ! 
To  read,  and  mark,  thy  holy  word ; 
Its  truths  with  meekness  to  receive, 
And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 

Hymn  256.    L.  M. 

WHAT  various  lovely  characters, 
The  condescending  Saviour  bears ! 
All  human  virtues,  all  divine, 
In  him  unite,  with  splendour  shine. 


HYMN  257.  431 

2  The  Corner-stone  on  which  we  build, 
The  Balm  by  which  our  souls  are  healed 
The  Morning  Star,  whose  cheering  ray, 
Dispels  the  shades,  and  brings  the  day. 

3  He  is  our  Rock,  and  our  Defence, 

Nor  earth,  nor  hell,  can  force  us  thence: 

Our  Advocate  before  the  throne, 

Who  with  our  prayers  presents  his  own. 

4  He  is  the  burdened  sinner's  Rest, 
Our  Prophet,  and  atoning  Priest ; 
To  him  as  our  exalted  King, 

We  homage  pay,  our  offering  bring. 

5  He  is  our  Captain  and  our  Guide, 
The  Friend,  the  Husband  of  the  bride ; 
The  Counsellor,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  Lord  our  strength  and  righteousness ; 

6  The  Fountain  whence  our  blessings  flow, 
A  Lamb,  and  yet  a  Lion  too ; 

The  Sun  for  light  and  guidance  given, 
The  Door  which  opens  into  heaven. 

7  He  is  the  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Who  does  his  flock  in  safety  keep ; 
The  Conqueror  he,  the  Judge  of  men, 
The  Faithful  Witness,  the  Amen  ! 

Hymn  257.    C.  M. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word, 
What  endless  glory  shines! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  adored, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 
Exhaustless  riches  find; 
Riches,  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 


432  HYMN  258. 

3  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice, 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light ! 

5  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  for  ever  near ! 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 

Hymn  258.    S.  M. 

TOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine, 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home, 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will,  to  the  end, 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  love  divine. 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  his  name. 

5  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside,  at  his  control : 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 


HYMN  259,  260.  433 

6  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  thee ! 
Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  thy  salvation  see. 

Hymn  259.    CM. 
13ESTOW,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth, 
'-*-*  The  gift  of  saving  grace ; 
And  let  the  seed  of  sacred  truth 
Fall  in  a  fruitful  place. 

2  Grace  is  a  plant,  where'er  it  grows, 

Of  pure  and  heavenly  root : 

But  fairest  in  the  youngest  shows, 

And  yields  the  sweetest  fruit. 

3  Ye  careless  ones,  O  hear  betimes 

The  voice  of  sovereign  love  ! 
Your  youth  is  stained  with  many  crimes, 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 

4  True,  you  are  young,  but  there  's  a  stone 

Within  the  youngest  breast ; 
Or  half  the  crimes  which  you  have  done 
Would  rob  you  of  your  rest. 

5  For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made, 

Oh  !  join  the  public  prayer  ! 
For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed, 
O  shed  yourselves  a  tear  ! 

6  We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 

The  Spirit's  power  to  teach ; 
You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 
That  Jesus  whom  we  preach. 
Hymn  260.    CM. 

TE  hearts,  with  youthful  vigour  warm, 
In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 
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434       *  HYMN  261. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  "  The  soul,  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 

Is  sure  my  love  to  gain ; 
And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

4  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 

5  Away,  ye  false  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
And  here  true  bliss  I  find. 

Hymn  261.    CM. 

FOUNTAIN  of  mercy,  God  of  love  ! 
How  rich  thy  bounties  are ! 
The  rolling  seasons,  as  thev  move, 
Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 

2  When  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth 

The  sower  hid  the  grain, 
Thy  goodness  marked  its  secret  birth, 
And  sent  the  early  rain. 

3  The  spring's  sweet  influence,  Lord,  was  thine; 

The  plants  in  beauty  grew ; 
Thou  gav'st  refulgent  suns  to  shine, 
And  mild,  refreshing  dew. 

4  These  various  mercies  from  above, 

Matured  the  swelling  grain  ; 
A  kindly  harvest  crowns  thy  love, 
And  plenty  fills  the  plain. 


HYMN  262,  263.  435 

5  We  own  and  bless  thy  gracious  sway, 
Thy  hand  all  nature  hails  ; 
Seed-time,  nor  harvest,  night  nor  day, 
Summer  nor  winter,  fails. 

Hymn  262.   S.  M. 

LET  party  names  no  more 
The  Christian  world  o'erspread  : 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free, 
Are  one  in  Christ,  their  Head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth, 

Let  mutual  love  be  found  : 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

3  Let  envy  and  ill-will, 

Be  banished  far  away  ; 
And  all  in  Christian  bonds  unite, 
Who  the  same  Lord  obey. 

4  Thus  will  the  church  below 

Resemble  that  above ; 
Where  no  discordant  sounds  are  heard, 
But  all  is  peace  and  love. 

Hymxn  263.    C.  M. 

THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
Let  young  and  old  rejoice  : 
To  him  be  vows  and  homage  paid, 
Whose  service  is  our  choice. 

2  This  is  the  temple  of  the  Lord ; 

How  dreadful  is  this  place ! 
With  meekness  let  us  hear  his  word, 
With  reverence  seek  his  face. 

3  This  is  the  homage  he  requires, — 

The  voice  of  praise  and  prayer, 
The  soul's  affections,  hopes,  desires, 
Ourselves,  and  all  we  are. 


436  HYMN  264,  265. 

4  While  rich  and  poor  for  mercy  call, 

Propitious  from  the  skies, 
The  Lord,  the  maker  of  them  all, 
Accepts  the  sacrifice. 

5  Well  pleased,  through  Jesus  Christ  his  Son, 

From  sin  he  grants  release ; 
According  to  their  faith  'tis  done, 
He  bids  them  go  in  peace. 

Hymn  264.   CM. 

WHILE  through  this  changing  world  we 
roam, 
From  infancy  to  age, 
Heaven  is  the  Christian  pilgrim's  home, 
His  rest  at  every  stage. 

2  Thither  his  raptured  thought  ascends, 

Eternal  joys  to  share ; 
There  his  adoring  spirit  bends, 
While  here  he  kneels  in  prayer. 

3  From  earth  his  freed  affections  rise, 

To  fix  on  things  above, 
Where  all  his  hope  of  glory  lies, 
And  where  is  perfect  love. 

4  Ah  !  there  may  we  our  treasure  place, 

There  let  our  hearts  be  found  ; 
That  still,  where  sin  abounded,  grace 
May  more  and  more  abound. 

5  Henceforth  our  conversation  be 

With  Christ  before  the  throne  : 
Ere  long  we  eye  to  eye  shall  see, 
And  know  as  we  are  known. 

Hymn  265.   L.  M. 

O  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God ! 
In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 


HYMN  266.  437 

Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

2  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light, 
Confusion,  order,  in  thy  path  ; 

Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might ; 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

3  Baptize  the  nations ;  far  and  nigh, 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  him  Lord. 

4  God  from  eternity  hath  willed, 
All  flesh  shall  his  salvation  see ; 
So  be  the  Father's  love  fulfilled, 

The   Saviour's   sufferings   crowned   through 
thee. 

Hymn  266.   C.  M. 

DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 
Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust, 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array  ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  They  come,  they  come  : — thine  exiled  bands, 

Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 
Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

4  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 

And  God  his  works  destroy, 
With  songs  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 
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438  HYMN  267,  268. 

Hymn  267.    C.  M. 
rf^HE  Lord,  how  fearful  is  his  name ! 
-*-    How  wide  is  his  command  ! 
Nature,  with  all  her  moving  frame, 
Rests  on  his  mighty  hand  ! 

2  Immortal  glory  forms  his  throne, 

And  light  his  awful  robe: 
Whilst  with  a  smile,  or  with  a  frown, 
He  manages  the  globe. 

3  A  word  of  his  almighty  breath 

Can  swell  or  sink  the  seas  ; 
Build  the  vast  empires  of  the  earth, 
Or  break  them,  as  he  please  ! 

4  Adoring  angels  round  him  fall, 

In  all  their  shining  forms ; 
His  sovereign  eye  looks  through  them  all, 
And  pities  mortal  worms. 

5  His  bowels  to  our  worthless  race, 

In  sweet  compassion  move ; 
He  clothes  his  looks  with  softest  grace, 
And  takes  his  title,  Love ! 

Hymn  268.    L.  M. 

AH  wretched  souls,  who  strive  in  vain, 
Slaves  to  the  world,  and  slaves  to  sin  ! 
A  nobler  toil  may  I  sustain ; 
A  nobler  satisfaction  win. 

2  May  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart, 
With  all  my  powers  to  serve  the  Lord ; 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

3  Oh  be  his  service  all  my  joy  ! 
Around  let  my  example  shine. 


HYMN  269.  439 

'Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 
And  join  in  labours  so  divine. 
Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 
My  solemn,  my  determined  choice, 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control, 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 
Oh,  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 
Nor  wandering  leave  his  sacred  ways  : 
Great  God,  accept  my  soul's  desire, 
And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 

Hymn  269.   L.  M. 

DO  flesh  and  nature  dread  to  die, 
And  timorous  thoughts  our   minds 
enslave  ? 
Yet  grace  can  raise  our  hopes  on  high, 

And  quell  the  terrors  of  the  grave ! 
What !  shall  we  run  to  gain  the  crown, 
Yet  grieve  to  think  the  goal  so  near? 
Afraid  to  have  our  labours  done, 
And  finish  this  important  war  ? 

Do  we  not  dwell  in  clouds  below, 
And  little  know  the  God  we  love  ? 

Why  should  we  like  this  twilight  so, 
When  'tis  all  noon  in  worlds  above  ? 

There  shall  we  see  him  face  to  face  ! 

There  shall  we  know  the  great  Unknown ! 
And  Jesus,  with  his  glorious  grace, 

Shines  in  full  light  amid  the  throne ! 
No  more  shall  pride  or  passion  rise, 

Or  envy  fret,  or  malice  roar ! 
Or  sorrow  mourn  w  ith  downcast  eyes  ! 

And  sin  defile  our  souls  no  more  ! 
O !  for  a  visit  from  my  God, 

To  drive  my  fears  of  death  away, 


440  HYMN  270,  271. 

And  help  me  through  this  darksome  road, 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day  ? 

Hymn  270.   C.  M. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease  ? 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas ! 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  dark  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die  ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thine  armies  shine, 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine ! 

Hymn  271.    7's. 

WHILE  with  ceaseless  course  the  Sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fixed  in  their  eternal  state, 
They  have  done  with  all  below ! 


HYMN  272.  441 

We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little  none  can  know. 

As  the  winged  arrow  flies 
Speedily  the  mark  to  find 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 
Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind : 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream ; 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 
With  Eternity  in  view. 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 
Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

Hymn  272.    CM. 

AND  is  this  life  prolonged  to  me  ? 
Are  days  and  seasons  given  ? 
Shall  I  not  then  prepare  to  be 
A  fitter  heir  for  heaven  ? 

I  will  not  let  these  moments  pass, 

These  golden  hours  be  gone : 
Lord,  I  accept  thine  offered  grace, 

I  bow  before  thy  throne. 

Now  cleanse  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

Through  my  Redeemer's  blood : 
Now  let  my  flesh  and  heart  begin 

The  honours  of  my  God. 

Let  me  no  more  my  soul  defile 
With  sin's  deceitful  toys  ; 


^42  HYMN  273. 

Let  cheerful  hope,  increasing  still, 
Approach  to  heavenly  joys. 

5  O  may  my  thankful  lips  proclaim 

The  wonders  of  thy  praise, 
And  spread  the  savour  of  thy  name, 
Where'er  I  spend  my  days. 

6  On  earth  let  my  example  shine ; 

And  when  I  leave  this  state, 
May  heaven  receive  this  soul  of  mine 
To  bliss  divinely  great. 

Hymn  273.    L.  M. 

ETERNAL  source  of  every  joy  ! 
Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 
To  hail  thee,  Sovereign  of  the  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 

Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole ! 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spring  at  thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air,  adorns  the  land  ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigour  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn,  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours, 
Through  all  our  coasts,  redundant  stores  : 
And  winters,  softened  by  thy  care, 

No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise ; 

And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

6  Here  in  thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  sabbaths  bless  our  eyes, 


HYMN  274.  443 

Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

Hymn  274.   C.  M. 

OLORD,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 
For  here,  we  trust,  thou  art ! 
Kindle  a  flame  of  heavenly  fire, 
In  every  waiting  heart. 

Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear  ; 

Thy  presence  now  display ; 
As  thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer, 

So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise ; 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 

That  we  may  render  praise. 

Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love,  and  concord,  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 

The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humbled  mind  bestow ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 

To  make  our  graces  grow  ! 

May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers ; 
And,  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord, 

Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforced  by  mighty  grace, 
Awaken  many  sinners  round, 

To  come  and  fill  the  place. 


444  HYMN  275,  276. 

Hymn  275.    CM. 

THIS  is  the  feast  of  heavenly  wine, 
And  God  invites  to  sup : 
The  juices  of  the  living  vine 
Were  prest,  to  fill  the  cup. 

2  Oh  bless  the  Saviour,  ye  that  eat, 

With  royal  dainties  fed  ; 
Not  heaven  affords  a  costlier  treat, 
For  Jesus  is  the  bread, 

3  The  vile,  the  lost,  he  calls  to  them, 

Ye  trembling  souls,  appear  ! 
The  righteous  in  their  own  esteem 
Have  no  acceptance  here. 

4  Approach,  ye  poor,  nor  dare  refuse 

The  banquet  spread  for  you : 
Dear  Saviour,  this  is  welcome  news, 
Then  I  may  venture  too. 

5  If  guilt  and  sin  afford  a  plea, 

And  may  obtain  a  place, 
Surely  the  Lord  will  welcome  me, 
And  I  shall  see  his  face. 

Hymn  276.    L.  M. 
"V1THAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 

*  *     In  coming  to  a  mercy  seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw, 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  christian's  armour  bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 


HYMN  277.  445 

4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide, 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side ; 

But  when,  through  weariness,  they  failed, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevailed. 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?  Ah !  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear, 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

,  Your  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
"  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me." 

Hymn  277.    L.  M. 

GREAT  God  !  let  all  my  tuneful  powers 
Awake,  and  sing  thy  mighty  name : 
Thy  hand  revolves  my  circling  hours, 
Thy  hand  from  which  my  being  came. 

2  Seasons  and  moons  still  rolling  round, 

In  beauteous  order,  speak  thy  praise ; 
And  years,  with  smiling  mercy  crowned, 
To  thee  successive  honours  raise. 

3  To  thee  I  raise  the  annual  song, 

To  thee  the  grateful  tribute  give ; 
My  God  doth  still  my  years  prolong, 
And  'midst  unnumbered  deaths,  I  live. 

4  He  bids  each  season  on  my  soul 

Its  sweetest,  kindest  influence  shed; 
And  all  the  periods,  as  they  roll, 

Shower  countless  blessings  on  my  head. 

5  My  life,  my  health,  my  friends,  I  owe 

All  to  thy  vast,  unbounded  love ; 
Ten  thousand  precious  gifts  below, 
And  hope  of  nobler  joys  above* 
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446  HYMiN  278,  279. 

6  Thus  will  I  sing,  till  nature  cease, 

Till  sense  and  language  are  no  more, 
And,  after  death,  thy  boundless  grace, 
Through  everlasting  years,  adore. 

Hymn  278.    L.  M. 
ADHERE  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands, 
*  *    The  house  of  God  not  made  with  hands, 
A  great  high  priest  our  nature  wears, 
The  patron  of  mankind  appears. 

2  He,  who  for  men  in  mercy  stood, 

And  poured  on  earth  his  precious  blood, 
Pursues  in  heaven  his  plan  of  grace, 
The  guardian  of  the  human  race. 

3  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high, 
He  bends  on  earth  a  brother's  eye ; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 

He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 

4  Our  fellow- sufferer  yet  retains 
A  fellow  feeling  of  our  pains ; 
And  still  remembers  in  the  skies, 
His  tears,  and  agonies,  and  cries. 

5  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  man  of  sorrows  had  a  part : 
He  sympathizes  in  our  grief, 

And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 

6  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne, 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known ; 
And  ask  the  aids  of  heavenly  power, 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour  ! 

Hymn  279.    CM. 

GOD  of  our  life  !  thy  various  praise 
Let  mortal  voices  sound ; 
Thy  hand  revolves  our  fleeting  days, 
And  brings  the  seasons  round. 


HYMN  280.  447 

To  thee,  shall  annual  incense  rise, 

Our  Father  and  our  Friend ; 
While  annual  mercies  from  the  skies 

In  genial  streams  descend. 

In  every  scene  of  life,  thy  care, 

In  every  age,  we  see ; 
And  constant  as  thy  favours  are, 

So  let  our  praises  be. 

Still  may  thy  love,  in  every  scene, 

To  every  age  appear  ; 
And  let  the  same  compassion  deign 

To  bless  the  opening  year. 

O  keep  this  foolish  heart  of  mine 

From  anxious  passions  free, 
Teach  me  each  comfort  to  resign, 

And  trust  my  all  to  thee. 

If  mercy  smile,  let  mercy  bring 

My  wandering  soul  to  God  ; 
And  in  affliction  I  shall  sing, 

If  thou  wilt  bless  the  rod. 

Hymn  280.    L.  M. 

]ORD,  what  is  man,  that  he  should  prove 
-^  The  object  of  thy  boundless  love  ! 
Say,  why  should  he  so  largely  share 
Thy  favour,  and  thy  tender  care  ? 

While  these  my  lips  draw  vital  breath, 
Or  till  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 
I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  wondrous  love, 
Nor  thoughtless  of  thy  kindness  prove. 

Beneath  thy  shadowing  wings'  defence 
I'll  place  my  only  confidence : 
In  every  danger  and  distress, 
To  thee  will  I  my  prayer  address. 


448  HYMN  281,282. 

4  Should  all  my  hopes  on  earth  be  lost, 
In  thee  I'll  make  my  constant  boast : 
I'll  spread  the  glories  of  thy  name, 
And  thy  unbounded  love  proclaim. 

Hymn  281.    C.  M. 
'Vl^rHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 

*  *     By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

O  may  this  truth,  imprest 
With  awful  power — I  too  must  die — 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  delude  no  more ; 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ; 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour; 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene, 

Let  every  heart  obey  ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 
Hymn  282.   CM. 

OPPREST  with  fear,  opprest  with  grief, 
To  God  I  breathed  my  cry : 
His  mercy  brought  divine  relief, 
And  wiped  my  tearful  eye. 

2  His  mercy  chased  the  shades  of  death, 

And  snatched  me  from  the  grave : 
O  may  his  praise  employ  that  breath 
Which  mercy  deigns  to  save  ! 

3  Come,  O  ye  saints  !  your  voices  raise 

To  God  in  grateful  songs ; 
And  let  the  memory  of  his  grace 
Inspire  your  hearts  and  tongues. 


HYMN  283.  449 

4  Her  deepest  gloom  when  sorrow  spreads, 

And  light  and  hope  depart ; 
His  smile  celestial  morning  sheds, 
And  joy  revives  the  heart. 

5  Then  let  my  utmost  glory  be 

To  raise  thy  honours  high ; 
Nor  let  my  gratitude  to  thee 
In  guilty  silence  die. 

6  To  thee,  my  gracious  God  !  I  raise 

My  thankful  heart  and  tongue ; 
O  be  thy  goodness  and  thy  praise 
My  everlasting  song ! 

Hymn  283.    L.  M. 

AND  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ? 
So  let  our  conversation  be  ; 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

2  Whene'er  the  angry  passions  rise, 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 
On  Jesus  let  us  fix  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life  ! 

3  O  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 

How  mild  !  how  ready  to  forgive ! 
Be  his  the  temper  of  our  mind, 
And  his  the  rule  by  which  we  live. 

4  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will, 

Was  his  employment  and  delight ; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal, 

Shone  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 

5  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 

The  labours  of  his  life  were  love : 
If  then  we  love  our  Saviour's  name, 
Let  his  divine  example  move. 
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450  HYMN  284,  285. 

6  But  ah,  how  blind!  how  weak  we  are ! 
How  frail !  how  apt  to  turn  aside ! 
Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care, 
And  ask  thy  Spirit  for  our  guide ! 
Hymn  284.   C.  ftf. 

JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name ; 
'Tis  music  to  mine  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  joy,  my  hope,  my  trust; 
Jewels,  to  thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

In  thee  most  richly  meet  ; 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honours  of  thy  name 

With  my  last  labouring  breath ; 
Then  speechless  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

Hymn  285.    L.  M. 

BRIGHT  as  the  sun's  meridian  blaze, 
Vast  as  the  blessings  he  conveys, 
Wide  as  his  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  permanent  as  his  control : 
2  So,  Jesus,  let  thy  kingdom  come  ; 
Then  sin  and  hell's  terrific  gloom 
Shall,  at  his  brightness,  flee  away, 
The  dawn  of  an  eternal  day. 


HYMN  286.  451 

3  Then  shall  the  heathen,  filled  with  awe, 
Learn  the  blest  knowledge *of  thy  law, 
And  Antichrist,  on  every  shore. 

Fall  from  his  throne,  to  rise  no  more. 

4  Then  shall  the  Jew  and  Gentile  meet, 
In  pure  devotion,  at  thy  feet : 

And  earth  shall  yield  thee,  as  thy  due, 
Her  fulness,  and  her  glory  too. 

5  O  !  that  from  Zion  now  might  shine 
This  heavenly  light,  this  truth  divine ! 
Till  the  whole  universe  shall  be 

But  one  great  temple,  Lord,  for  thee. 

Hymn  286.    C.  M. 

I  SING  th'  almighty  power  of  God, 
That  made  the  mountains  rise, 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies  ! 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 

The  sun  to  rule  the  day ; 
The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food ; 
He  formed  the  creatures  with  his  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord,  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed, 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye  ! 
If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky ! 

5  There 's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below, 

But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 


452  H¥MN  287,  288. 

6  Creatures  (as  numerous  as  they  be) 
Are  subject  tcr  thy  care  ; 
There  's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee 
But  God  is  present  there. 

Hymn  287.    L.  M. 

OHOW  I  love  thy  holy  word, 
Thy  gracious  covenant,  O  Lord  ! 
It  guides  me  in  the  peaceful  way, 
I  think  upon  it  all  the  day. 

2  What  are  the  mines  of  shining  wealth, 
The  strength  of  youth,  the  bloom  of  health ; 
What  are  all  joys  compared  with  those 
Thine  everlasting  word  bestows  ! 

3  Long  unafflicted,  undismayed, 

In  pleasure's  path  secure  I  strayed ; 
Thou  mad'st  me  feel  thy  chastening  rod, 
And  straight  I  turned  unto  my  God. 

4  What  though  it  pierced  my  fainting  heart  ? 
I  bless  thine  hand  that  caused  the  smart ; 
It  taught  my  tears  awhile  to  flow, 

But  saved  me  from  eternal  woe. 

5  Oh  !  hadst  thou  left  me  unchastised, 
Thy  precepts  I  had  still  despised ; 
And  still  the  snare  in  secret  laid, 
Had  my  unwary  feet  betrayed. 

6  I  love  thee,  therefore,  O  my  God ! 
And  breathe  towards  thv  dear  abode  : 
Where  in  thy  presence,  fully  blest, 
Thy  chosen  saints  for  ever  rest. 

Hymn  288.    L.  M. 

WHEN  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind, 
And  smiling  day  once  more  appears, 
Then,  my  Redeemer,  then  I  find, 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 


HYMN  289.  453 

2  Straight  I  upbraid  my  wandering  heart, 

And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be 
Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 
Or  harbour  one  hard  thought  of  thee. 

3  Oh  !  let  me  then  at  length  be  taught, 

What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn, 

That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 

Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

4  Sweet  truth !  and  easy  to  repeat, 

But  when  my  faith  is  sharply  tried, 
I  find  myself  a  learner  yet, 

Unskilful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 

5  But,  O  my  Lord,  one  look  from  thee, 

Subdues  the  disobedient  will, 
Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 
And  thy  rebellious  worm  is  still. 

6  Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive, 

As  I  am  ready  to  repine ; 
Thou,  therefore,  all  the  praise  receive, 
Be  shame  and  self-abhorrence  mine. 

Hymn  289.    L.  M. 

BEFORE  the  great  Jehovah's  bar, 
Soon  must  assembled  worlds  appear, 
And  every  deed,  and  word,  and  thought, 
Shall  into  judgment  then  be  brought. 

2  Then  all  shall  hear  their  righteous  doom, 
Of  wrath  or  endless  joys  to  come ; 

And  each  receive  his  just  reward, 
Of  bliss,  or  vengeance,  from  the  Lord. 

3  Dear  Lord,  it  was  thy  highest  joy, 
To  save  where  sin  did  once  destroy ; 
While  thundering  vengeance  rolls  above, 
We  trust  in  thy  redeeming  love. 


434  HYMN  290,  291. 

4  Hail !  God  of  unexampled  grace : 

All  heaven  shall  sound  thine  endless  praise 

High  glories  to  the  dying  Lamb, 

Who  death  by  his  own  death  o'ercame : 

Hallelujah  !  worthy  the  Lamb ! 

Praise  the  Lord  !  Amen  ! 

Hymn  290.    C.  M. 

HOW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
By  inspiration  given ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

Hymn  291.   CM. 

AND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 
To  visit  sinful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand, 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 

2  Surprising  grace  ! — and  shall  my  heart 

Unmoved  and  cold  remain  ? 
Has  this  hard  rock  no  tender  part  ? 
Must  mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 

3  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue, 

His  charming  voice  unheard'? 
And  this  vile  heart,  his  rightful  due 
Remain  for  ever  barred  ? 


HYMN  292.  455 

'Tis  sin,  alas,  with  tyrant  power, 

The  lodging  has  possest ; 
And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door 

Against  the  heavenly  guest. 

Ye  dangerous  inmates  !  hence  depart ; 

Dear  Saviour  !  enter  in, 
And  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart, 

And  keep  out  every  sin. 

Hymn  292.    L.  M. 

SURE  the  blest  comforter  is  nigh, 
'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ; 
Else  would  my  hope  for  ever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul, 
Do  I  not  find  his  healing  voice, 
The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 
And  bid  my  drooping  powers  rejoice  ? 

Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires ; 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine, 
Which  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

What  less  than  thine  almighty  word, 
Can  raise  my  heart  from  earth  and  dust, 
And  bid  me  cleave  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
My  life,  my  treasure,  and  my  trust  ? 

And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say 
I  love  my  God,  and  taste  his  grace, 
Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 
Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace  ? 

Let  thy  kind  spirit  in  my  heart, 
For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  love, 
And  light,  and  heavenly  peace  impart, 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 


456  HYMN  293,  294,  295. 

Hymn  293.    CM. 
|^.RANT,  Lord,  I  may  delight  in  thee, 
*-*    And  on  thy  care  depend ; 
To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  Friend. 

2  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  all  is  found  in  thee ; 
I  must  be  blessed  and  abound, 
While  thou  art  God  to  me. 

3  O  that  I  had  a  stronger  faith, 

To  look  within  the  veil, 
To  credit  what  my  Saviour  saith, 
Whose  words  can  never  fail ! 

4  O  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  thee, 

I  triumph  and  adore; 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be, 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 

Hymn  294.    L.  M. 

THE  God  of  my  salvation  lives  ; 
My  nobler  life  he  will  sustain  ; 
His  word  immortal  vigour  gives, 

Nor  shall  my  glorious  hopes  be  vain. 

2  Thy  presence,  Lord,  can  cheer  my  heart, 

Though  every  earthly  comfort  die ; 
Thy  smile  can  bid  my  pains  depart, 
And  raise  my  sacred  pleasures  high. 

3  O,  let  me  hear  thy  blissful  voice, 

Inspiring  life  and  joy  divine ! 
The  barren  desert  shall  rejoice ; 
'Tis  paradise,  if  thou  art  mine ! 

Hymn  295.    CM. 

OH !  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly, 
Above  these  gloomy  shades, 


HYMN  296,  297.  457 

To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades  ! 

2  There  joys,  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever  blooming  prospects  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

3  Lord,  send  a  beam  of  light  divine, 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  ! 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine, 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise, 
To  those  bright  scenes,  where  pleasures  spring 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

Hymn  296.    L.  M. 

OSUN  of  Righteousness  divine, 
On  us  with  beams  of  mercy  shine ; 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  our  darkness  into  day. 

2  While  mourning  o'er  our  guilt  and  shame, 
And  asking  mercy  in  thy  name, 

Dear  Saviour,  cleanse  us  with  thy  blood, 
And  be  our  advocate  with  God. 

3  Sustain,  when  sinking  in  distress, 
And  guide  us  through  this  wilderness ; 
Teach  our  low  thoughts  from  earth  to  rise, 
And  lead  us  onward  to  the  skies. 

Hymn  297.    8,7,4. 

SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation  : 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 
2q 


458  HYMN  298. 

Lord,  revive  us ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance ; 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest,  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

Lord,  revive  us ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  ; 
Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

Lord,  revive  us  ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

4  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power ; 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

Lord,  revive  us ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

Hymn  298.    L.  M. 

COME,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  the  coldest  heart  with  love ; 
Soften  to  flesh  the  flinty  stone, 
And  let  thy  Godlike  power  be  known. 

2  Speak  thou,  and  from  the  haughtiest  eyes, 
Shall  floods  of  pious  sorrow  rise  ; 
While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne, 
To  seek  that  grace  which  now  they  scorn. 

3  O  let  a  holy  flock  await, 
Numerous  around  thy  temple  gate ; 
Each  pressing  on,  with  zeal,  to  be, 
A  living  sacrifice  to  thee. 


HYMN  299,  300,  301.  459 

4  In  answer  to  our  fervent  cries, 
Give  us  to  see  thy  church  arise ; 
Or,  if  that  blessing  seem  too  great, 
Give  us  to  mourn  its  low  estate. 

Hymn  299.    L.  M. 

OSUN  of  righteousness,  arise, 
With  gentle  beams  on  Zion  shine ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  eyes, 
And  souls  awake  to  life  divine. 
2  On  all  around,  let  grace  descend, 

Like  heavenly  dew,  or  copious  showers 
That  we  may  call  our  God  our  friend ; 
That  we  may  hail  salvation  ours. 

Hymn  300.   L.  M. 

THY  presence,  gracious  God,  afford ; 
Prepare  us  to  receive  thy  word  ; 
Now  let  thy  voice  engage  our  ear, 
And  faith  be  mixt  with  what  we  hear. 

2  Distracting  thoughts  and  cares  remove, 
And  fix  our  hearts  and  hopes  above ; 
With  food  divine,  may  we  be  fed, 
And  satisfied  with  living  bread. 

3  To  us  thy  sacred  word  apply, 
With  sovereign  power  and  energy ; 
And  may  we  in  true  faith  and  fear, 
Reduce  to  practice  what  we  hear. 

Hymn  301.    L.  M. 

LORD,  in  the  temples  of  thy  grace, 
Thy  saints  behold  thy  smiling  face ; 
And  oft  have  seen  thy  glory  shine, 
With  power  and  majesty  divine : 
2  But  soon,  alas!  thy  absence  mourn, 
And  pray,  and  wish  thy  kind  return : 


460  HYMN  302,  303. 

Without  thy  life-inspiring  light, 
'Tis  all  a  scene  of  gloomy  night. 

3  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  children  cry ; 
Our  graces  droop,  our  comforts  die ; 
Return,  and  let  thy  glories  rise 
Again,  to  our  admiring  eyes ; 

4  Till  filled  with  light,  and  joy,  and  love, 
Thy  courts  below,  like  those  above, 
Triumphant  hallelujahs  raise, 

And  heaven  and  earth  resound  thy  praise. 

Hymn  302.   CM. 
|^  OME,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart; 
^-^  Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue  ; 
And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 
Their  influence  to  our  song. 

2  Come,  Lord,  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame ; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine, 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

Hymn  303.    CM. 

IN  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come 
To  worship  at  thy  feet ; 
Oh  !  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet. 

2  We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 
To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice  ; 
Thy  face  and  favour,  Lord,  we  seek, 
Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 


HYMN  304,  305.  461 

3  Teach  us  to  pray,  and  praise — to  hear 

And  understand  thy  word  ; 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near, 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

4  Let  sinners  now  thy  goodness  prove, 

And  saints  rejoice  in  thee ; 
Let  rebels  be  subdued  by  love, 
And  to  the  Saviour  flee. 

Hymn  304.    CM. 

INQUIRE,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way 
That  leads  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  thither  set  your  steady  face, 
With  a  determined  will. 

2  Invite  the  strangers  all  around, 

Your  pious  march  to  join  ; 
And  spread  the  sentiments  you  feel 
Of  faith  and  love  divine. 

3  Oh  come,  and  to  his  temple  haste, 

And  seek  his  favour  there  ; 
Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow, 
And  pour  your  fervent  prayer. 

4  Oh  come,  and  join  your  souls  to  God, 

In  everlasting  bands ; 
Accept  the  blessings  he  bestows, 
With  thankful  hearts  and  hands. 

Hymn  305.   L.  M. 

THOUGH  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 
The  darkness  of  o'erspreading  death, 
God  will  arise  with  light  divine, 
On  Zion's  holy  towers  to  shine. 
2  That  light  shall  glance  on  distant  lands, 
And  heathen  tribes,  in  joyful  bands, 
Come  with  exulting  haste  to  prove 
The  power  and  greatness  of  his  love. 
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462  HYMN  306,  307. 

3  Lord,  may  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace 
Abound,  while  righteousness  and  peace, 
In  mild  and  lovely  forms,  display 
The  glories  of  the  latter  day. 

Hymn  306.  L.  M. 

BEHOLD  th'  expected  time  draw  near, 
The  shades  disperse,  the  dawn  appear ; 
Behold  the  wilderness  assume 
The  beauteous  tints  of  Eden's  bloom. 

2  The  untaught  heathen  waits  to  know, 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow  ; 
The  exiled  captive,  to  receive 

The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 

3  Come,  let  us  with  a  grateful  heart, 
In  the  blest  labour  share  a  part ; 

Our  prayers  and  offerings  gladly  bring, 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

4  Invite  the  world  to  come  and  prove 
A  Saviour's  condescending  love ; 
And  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
Assured  they  shall  acceptance  meet. 

Hymn  307.    7,6. 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand  ; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains, 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 
2  What,  though  the  spicy  breezes, 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases. 
And  only  man  is  vile  ; 


HYMN  308.  463 

In  vain  with  lavish  kindness, 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness, 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  O  Salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

Hymn  308.    CM. 

RELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 
Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know  ! 

More  needful  this,  than  glittering  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows ; 
Nor  reputation,  food,  or  health, 

Can  give  us  such  repose. 

Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage, 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 
Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 

And  for  the  awful  tomb. 


464  HYMN  309,310. 

4  O  may  my  heart,  by  grace  renewed, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued, 
His  government  to  own. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love, 

Be  joined  with  godly  fear  ; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

Hymn  309.    C.  M. 

GREAT  God  of  providence  !  thy  ways 
Are  hid  from  mortal  sight ; 
Wrapt  in  impenetrable  shades, 
Or  clothed  with  dazzling  light. 

2  The  wondrous  methods  of  thy  grace 

Evade  the  human  eye  ; 
The  nearer  we  attempt  t'  approach, 
The  further  off  they  fly. 

3  But  in  the  world  of  bliss  above, 

Where  thou  dost  ever  reign, 
These  mysteries  shall  be  unveiled, 
And  not  a  doubt  remain. 

4  The  Sun  of  righteousness  shall  there 

His  brightest  beams  display  ; 
And  not  a  hovering  cloud  obscure 
That  never  ending  day. 

Hymn  310.    L.  M. 

NOW  let  us  raise  our  cheerful  strains, 
And  join  the  blissful  choir  above ; 
There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  there  they  sing  his  wondrous  love. 

2  While  seraphs  tune  th'  immortal  song, 
O  may  we  feel  the  sacred  flame ; 
And  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
Adore  the  Saviour's  glorious  name. 


HYMN  311.  465 

Jesus,  who  once  upon  the  tree 

In  agonizing  pains  expired ; 
Who  died  for  rebels — yes,  'tis  he  ! 

How  bright !  how  lovely  !  how  admired  ! 

Jesus,  who  died  that  we  might  live, 
Died  in  the  wretched  traitor's  place  : — 

O  what  returns  can  mortals  give, 
For  such  immeasurable  grace. 

Were  universal  nature  ours, 

And  art  with  all  her  boasted  store ; 

Nature  and  art,  with  all  their  powers, 
Would  still  confess  the  offer  poor  ! 

Yet  though  for  bounty  so  divine, 
We  ne'er  can  equal  honours  raise, 

Jesus,  may  all  our  hearts  be  thine, 

And  all  our  tongues  proclaim  thy  praise ! 

Hymn  311.   L.  M. 

HiVIL  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace, 
Who  holds  the  keys  of  death  and  hell ! 
The  spacious  world  unseen  is  his, 

And  sovereign  power  becomes  him  well. 

In  shame  and  torment  once  he  died  ; 

But  nowT  he  lives  for  evermore : 
Bow  down,  ye  saints,  around  his  seat, 

And,  ye  angelic  bands,  adore. 

Now  live  for  ever,  glorious  Lord, 

To  crush  thy  foes,  and  guard  thy  friends ; 

While  all  thy  chosen  tribes  rejoice, 
That  thy  dominion  never  ends. 

Worthy  thy  hand  to  hold  the  keys, 
Guided  by  wisdom,  and  by  love ; 

Worthy  to  rule  with  sovereign  power 
O'er  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above. 


466  HYMN  312,  313. 

5  When  death  thy  servants  shall  invade, 

When  powers  of  hell  thy  church  annoy, 
Controlled  by  thee,  their  rage  promotes 
The  cause  they  labour  to  destroy. 

6  For  ever  reign,  victorious  King ! 

Wide  through  the  earth  thy  name  be  known; 
And  call  my  longing  soul  to  sing 
Sublimer  praises  near  thy  throne. 

Hymn  312.    L.  M. 

TESUS,  thou  art  the  living  bread, 
•*    By  which  our  needy  souls  are  fed  : 
In  thee,  alone,  thy  children  find 
Enough  to  fill  the  empty  mind. 

2  Without  this  bread,  I  starve  and  die; 
No  other  can  my  need  supply ; 

But  this  will  suit  my  wretched  case, 
Abroad,  at  home,  in  every  place. 

3  'Tis  this  relieves  the  hungry  poor, 
Who  ask  for  bread  at  mercy's  door ; 
This  living  food  descends  from  heaven, 
As  manna  to  the  Jews  was  given. 

4  This  precious  food  my  heart  revives, 
What  strength,  what  nourishment  it  gives  ! 
O  let  mc  evermore  be  fed 

With  this  divine  celestial  bread  ! 

Hymn  313.    C.  M. 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
And  joy  to  make  it  known ; 
The  sovereign  of  your  heart  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 
2  Behold  your  King,  your  Saviour  crowned 
With  glories  all  divine ; 
And  tell  the  wondering  nations  round, 
How  bright  these  glories  shine. 


HYMN  314.  467 

Infinite  power  and  boundless  grace 

In  him  unite  their  rays  : 
Ye  that  have  e'er  beheld  his  face, 

Can  ye  forbear  his  praise  ? 

When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  glories  of  our  King, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 

And  wish  like  them  to  sing. 

And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain  ? 

Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise : 
Thy  love  can  animate  the  strain, 

And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 

O  happy  period  !  glorious  day ! 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 
With  all  their  powers,  the  raptured  lay, 

To  celebrate  thy  praise! 

Hymn  314.    L.  M. 

BEHOLD  the  sin-atoning  Lamb, 
With  wonder,  gratitude,  and  love ; 
To  take  away  our  guilt  and  shame, 
See  him  descending  from  above  ! 

Our  sins  and  griefs  on  him  were  laid ; 

He  meekly  bore  the  mighty  load ; 
Our  ransom-price  he  fully  paid 

In  groans  and  tears,  in  sweat  and  blood. 

To  save  a  guilty  world,  he  dies ; 

Sinners,  behold  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 
To  him  lift  up  your  longing  eyes, 

And  hope  for  mercy  in  his  name. 

Pardon  and  peace  through  him  abound  ; 

He  can  the  richest  blessings  give ; 
Salvation  in  his  name  is  found, 

He  bids  the  dying  sinner  live. 


468  HYMN  315,  316. 

5  Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  look  to  thee ; 

Where  else  can  helpless  sinners  go  ? 
Thy  boundless  love  shall  set  me  free 
From  all  my  wretchedness  and  woe. 

Hymn  315.    L.  M. 

"V^HEN  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 
*  *      And  fainting  hope  almost  expires  ; 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires. 

2  Art  thou  not  mine,  my  living  Lord  ? 

And  can  my  hope,  my  comfort  die, 
Fixed  on  thy  everlasting  word, 

That  word  which  built  the  earth  and  sky  ? 

3  If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 

Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure ; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives, 
Here  let  me  build  and  rest  secure. 

4  Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell, 

Immoveable  the  promise  stands  ; 
Nor  all  the  powers  of  earth,  or  hell, 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 

5  Here,  O  my  soul,  thy  trust  repose ; 

Since  Jesus  is  for  ever  mine, 
Not  death  itself,  that  last  of  foes, 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 

Hymn  316.    7's 

BOUNDLESS  glory,  Lord,  be  thine! 
Thou  hast  made  the  darkness  shine ; 
Thou  hast  sent  a  cheering  ray ; 
Thou  hast  turned  our  night  to  day. 
2  Darkness  long  involved  us  round, 
Till  we  knew  the  joyful  sound  : 
Then  our  darkness  fled  away, 
Chased  by  truth's  effulgent  ray. 


HYMN  317.  469 

3  They  are  blessed,  and  none  beside, 
They,  who  in  the  truth  abide ; 
Clear  the  light  that  marks  their  way, 
Leading  to  eternal  day. 

4  Guide  us,  Saviour,  through  the  road, 
Till  we  reach  the  saints'  abode ; 
Till  we  see  thee  throned  above, 

As  thou  art,  the  God  of  love. 

Hymn  317.    CM. 

TE  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu, 
A  nobler  choice  be  mine ; 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  Be  gone,  unworthy  of  my  cares, 

Ye  specious  baits  of  sense  ; 
Inestimable  worth  appears, 
The  pearl  of  price  immense  ! 

3  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown, 

O  name  divinely  sweet ! 
Jesus,  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honour,  pleasure  meet. 

4  Should  both  the  Indies,  at  my  call, 

Their  boasted  stores  resign  ; 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  them  all, 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

5  Should  earth's  vain  treasure  all  depart, 

Of  this  dear  gift  possessed, 
I'd  clasp  it  to  my  joyful  heart, 
And  be  for  ever  blessed. 

6  Dear  Sovereign  of  my  soul's  desires, 

Thy  love  is  bliss  divine ; 
Accept  the  wish  that  love  inspires, 
And  bid  me  call  thee  mine. 
2r 


470  HYMN  318,  319. 

Hymn  318.    L.  M. 

DEEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made 
Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 
In  vain,  alas,  is  nature's  aid, 

The  work  exceeds  all  nature's  power. 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  fever,  reigns, 

With  fatal  strength,  in  every  part ; 
The  dire  contagion  fills  the  veins, 
And  spreads  its  poison  to  the  heart. 

3  And  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found  ? 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 
To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound, 
Ere  life  and  hope  for  ever  fly  ? 

4  There  is  a  great  Physician  near ; 

Look  up,  O  fainting  soul,  and  live ; 
See,  in  his  heavenly  smiles  appear 
Such  aid  as  nature  cannot  give ! 

5  See,  in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood, 

Life,  health,  and  bliss,  abundant  flow; 
'Tis  only  this  dear  sacred  flood 

Can  ease  thy  pain,  and  heal  thy  woe. 

6  Sin  throws  in  vain  its  pointed  dart, 

For  here  a  sovereign  cure  is  found ; 
A  cordial  for  the  fainting  heart, 
A  balm  for  every  painful  wound. 

Hymn  319.    7's. 

KOCK  of  ages  shelter  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure ; 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 
2  Not  the  labour  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  the  law's  demands ; 


HYMN  320.  471 

Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling ; 
Naked  come  to  thee  for  dress, 
Helpless  look  to  thee  for  grace ; 
Vile  I  to  the  fountain  fly, 
Wash  me,  Saviour,  or  I  die ! 

4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  heart-strings  break  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 

See  thee  on  thy  judgment  throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  shelter  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 

Hymn  320.    L.  M. 

MY  God,  assist  me,  while  I  raise 
An  anthem  of  harmonious  praise ; 
My  heart  thy  wonders  shall  proclaim, 
And  spread  its  banners  in  thy  name. 

2  In  Christ  I  view  a  store  divine  ; 
My  Father,  all  that  store  is  thine ; 
By  thee  prepared,  by  thee  bestowed ; 
Hail  to  the  Saviour,  and  the  God  ! 

3  When  gloomy  shades  my  soul  o'erspread, 
"  Let  there  be  light,"  th'  Almighty  said ; 
And  Christ,  my  sun,  his  beams  displays, 
And  scatters  round  celestial  rays. 

4  Condemned,  thy  criminal  I  stood, 
And  awful  justice  asked  my  blood  ; 
That  welcome  Saviour,  from  thy  throne 
Brought  righteousness  and  pardon  down. 


472  HYMN  321. 

5  My  soul  was  all  o'erspread  with  sin, 
And  lo,  his  grace  hath  made  me  clean ; 
He  rescues  from  th'  infernal  foe, 

And  full  redemption  will  bestow. 

6  Ye  saints,  assist  my  grateful  tongue  ; 
Ye  angels,  warble  back  my  song ; 
For  love  like  this,  demands  the  praise 
Of  heavenly  harps,  and  endless  days. 

Hymn  321.    8,7,4. 

HARK  !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 
Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky  ! 

"  It  is  finished  !" 
Hear  the  Saviour — dying — cry. 

2  It  is  finished — Oh  !  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  afford  ! 
Heavenly  blessings  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ,  the  Lord : 

It  is  finished  ! — 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finished — all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law  ; 
Finished — all  that  God  had  promised ; 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe  : 

It  is  finished  ! — 
Saints,  from  hence  your  comforts  draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs — 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme ; 
All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name: 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb! 


HYMN  322,  323.  473 

Hymn  322.    L.  M. 

ENSLAVED  by  sin,  and  bound  in  chains, 
Beneath  its  dreadful  tyrant  sway, 
And  doomed  to  everlasting  pains, 
We  wretched  guilty  captives  lay. 

2  Nor  gold  nor  gems  could  buy  our  peace ; 
Nor  the  whole  world's  collected  store 
Suffice  to  purchase  our  release ; 

A  thousand  worlds  were  all  too  poor. 

3  Jesus  the  Lord,  the  mighty  God, 
An  all-sufficient  ransom  paid  : 
Amazing  price  !  his  precious  blood 
For  vile  rebellious  traitors  shed  ! 

4  Jesus,  the  sacrifice  became, 

To  rescue  guilty  souls  from  hell ; 
The  spotless,  bleeding,  dying  Lamb, 
Beneath  avenging  justice  fell. 

5  Infinite  goodness  !  love  divine  ! 
O  may  our  grateful  hearts  adore 
The  matchless  grace,  nor  yield  to  sin, 
Nor  wear  its  cruel  fetters  more ! 

6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  love  pursue 
The  glorious  work  it  has  begun, 
Each  secret  lurking  foe  subdue, 
And  let  our  hearts  be  thine  alone. 

Hymn  323.    L.  M. 

FORGIVENESS  !  'tis  a  joyful  sound 
To  guilty  rebels  doomed  to  die ! 
Publish  the  bliss  the  world  around, 
Ye  seraphs,  shout  it  from  the  sky. 
2  'Tis  the  rich  gift  of  love  divine ; 
'Tis  full,  effacing  every  crime : 
Unbounded  shall  its  glories  shine, 
And  feel  no  change  by  changing  time. 
2r2 


474  HYMN  324,  325. 

3  For  this  stupendous  love  of  heaven, 
What  grateful  honours  shall  we  show? 
Where  much  transgression  is  forgiven, 
Let  love  with  equal  ardour  glow. 

4  By  this  inspired,  let  all  our  days 

With  every  heavenly  grace  be  crowned  ; 
Let  truth  and  goodness,  prayer  and  praise, 
In  all  abide,  in  all  abound. 

Hymn  324.  CM. 

HOW  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wandered  from  the  Lord ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  u  Return  :" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come ! 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
O  take  the  wanderer  home  ! 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 
I  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power 
How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 
)  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 
Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 
O  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

Hymn  325.   CM. 

ALAS  !  by  nature  how  depraved, 
How  prone  to  every  ill ! 
Our  lives  to  Satan  how  enslaved  ! 
How  obstinate  our  will ! 


HYMN  326.  475 

2  x\nd  can  such  sinners  be  restored, 

Such  rebels  reconciled  ? 
Can  grace  itself  the  means  afford 
To  make  a  foe  a  child  ? 

3  Yes,  grace  has  found  the  wondrous  means, 

Which  shall  effectual  prove, 
To  cleanse  us  from  our  countless  sins, 
.    And  teach  our  hearts  to  love. 

4  Jesus  for  sinners  undertakes, 

And  dies  that  we  may  live: 
His  blood  a  full  atonement  makes, 
And  cries  aloud,  ki  Forgive  !" 

5  The  Holy  Spirit  must  reveal 

The  Saviour's  work  and  worth  : 
Then  the  hard  heart  begins  to  feel 
A  new  and  heavenly  birth. 

6  Thus,  bought  with  blood,  and  born  again, 

Redeemed  and  saved  by  grace, 
Rebels  in  God's  own  house  obtain 
A  son's  and  daughters  place. 

Hymn  326.    L.  M. 

BLEST  Jesus,  source  of  grace  divine, 
What  soul  refreshing  streams  are  thine ) 
O  bring  these  healing  waters  nigh, 
Or  we  must  droop,  and  fall,  and  die. 

2  Xo  traveller  through  desert  lands, 
'Midst  scorching  suns,  and  burning  sands, 
More  needs  the  current  to  obtain, 

Or  to  enjoy  refreshing  rain. 

3  Our  longing  souls  aloud  would  sing, 

"  Spring  up,  celestial  fountain,  spring ; 

To  an  abundant  river  flow, 

And  cheer  this  thirsty  land  below." 


476  HYMN  327,  328,  329. 

4  May  this  blest  river,  near  my  side, 
Through  all  the  desert  gently  glide ; 
Then  in  Immanuel's  land  above, 
Spread  to  a  sea  of  joy  and  love  ! 

Hymn  327.    L.  M. 
A  ND  will  th'  offended  God  again 
■£*■  Return  and  dwell  with  sinful  men  ? 
Will  he  within  this  bosom  raise 
A  living  temple  to  his  praise  ? 

2  The  joyful  news  transports  my  breast, 
All  hail !  all  hail !  thou  heavenly  guest ! 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  powers  within, 
And  let  the  King  of  glory  in. 

3  Enter,  with  all  thy  heavenly  train, 
Here  live,  and  here  for  ever  reign  ; 
Thy  sceptre,  o'er  my  passions  sway, 
Let  love  command,  and  I'll  obey. 

4  Reason  and  conscience  shall  submit, 
And  pay  their  homage  at  thy  feet ; 
No  idol-god  shall  hold  a  place 
Within  this  temple  of  thy  grace. 

Hymn  328.    L.  M. 

DEAR  Lord,  and  shall  thy  Spirit  rest 
In  such  a  wretched  heart  as  mine  ? 
Unworthy  dwelling  !  glorious  guest ! 
Favour  astonishing,  divine ! 
2  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart, 
For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  love, 
And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

Hymn  329.    CM. 
npHOUGH  trouble  springs  not  from  the  dust, 
-■-    Nor  sorrow  from  the  ground  : 


HYMN  330,  331.  477 

Yet  ills  on  ills,  by  heaven's  decree, 

In  man's  estate  are  found. 
As  sparks  in  close  succession  rise, 

So  man,  the  child  of  woe, 
Is  doomed  to  endless  cares  and  toils, 

Through  all  his  life  below. 

But  with  my  God  I  leave  my  cause, 

From  him  I  seek  relief; 
To  him  in  confidence  of  prayer, 

Unbosom  all  my  grief. 
Unnumbered  are  his  wondrous  works, 

Unsearchable  his  ways ; 
'Tis  his  the  mourning  soul  to  cheer, 

The  bowed  down  to  raise. 

Hymn  330.    S.  M. 

PREPARE  me,  gracious  God, 
To  stand  before  thy  face ; 
Thy  Spirit  must  the  work  perform, 

For  it  is  all  of  grace. 
Iil  Christ's  obedience  clothe, 

And  wash  me  in  his  blood : 
So  shall  I  lift  my  head  with  joy, 

Among  the  sons  of  God. 
Do  thou  my  sins  subdue, 

Thy  sovereign  love  make  known  ; 
The  spirit  of  my  mind  renew, 

And  save  me  in  thy  Son. 

Let  me  attest  thy  power, 

Let  me  thy  goodness  prove, 
Till  my  full  soul  can  hold  no  more 

Of  everlasting  love. 

Hymn  331.    CM. 

FAR  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night, 
Unbounded  glories  rise, 


478  HYMN  332. 

And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair  distant  land  !  could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  charms  explore, 
How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more ! 

3  There  pain  and  sickness  never  come, 

And  grief  no  more  complains; 
Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  endless  pleasure  reigns. 

4  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, 

For  ever  bright  and  fair  ! 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

5  There  no  alternate  night  is  known, 

Nor  sun's  faint  sickening  ray  ; 
But  glory  from  the  sacred  throne 
Spreads  everlasting  day. 

Hymn  332.    L.  M. 
£\  FOR  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray, 
^-^  To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 
From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day, 
The  blissful  realms,  where  Jesus  reigns  ! 

2  There,  low  before  his  glorious  throne, 

Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall ; 
And  with  delightful  worship  own 

His  smile  their  bliss,  their  heaven,  their  all 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 

While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise, 
And  love,  and  joy,  and  triumph,  spread 
Through  all  th'  assemblies  of  the  skies. 

4  He  smiles,  and  seraphs  tune  their  songs 

To  boundless  rapture,  while  they  gaze  ,• 


HYMN  333.  479 

Ten  thousand  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

5  There  all  the  followers  of  the  Lamb 

Shall  join  at  last  the  heavenly  choir ; 
O  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme 

Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire ! 

6  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  Spirit  seal 

Our  interest  in  that  blissful  place  ; 
'Till  death  remove  this  mortal  veil, 
And  we  behold  thy  lovely  face. 

Hymn  333.  L.  M. 

COME,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distressed, 
Come  and  accept  the  promised  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 

O  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad ; 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 
Will  all  the  painful  loads  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows, 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace ; 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace  ! 

4  Lord,  we  accept  with  thankful  heart, 
The  hope  thy  gracious  words  impart ; 
We  come,  believing  we  rejoice, 

And  bless  the  kind  inviting  voice. 

5  Blest  Saviour !  let  thy  powerful  love 
Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove ; 
And  sweetly  influence  every  breast, 
And  guide  us  to  eternal  rest. 


480  HYMN  334,  335. 

Hymn  334.    L.  M. 

JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
^'hose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ! 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon  ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he, 
Bright  Morning-Star  !  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus !  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ! 
No  ;  when  I  blush — be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  Yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
Xo  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then,  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me ! 

Hymn  335.    L.  M. 

THE  righteous  Lord,  supremely  great, 
Maintains  his  universal  state : 
O'er  all  the  earth  his  power  extends, 
All  heaven  before  his  footstool  bends. 
2  Yet  justice  still  with  power  presides, 
And  mercy  all  his  empire  guides ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  his  delight, 
And  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight. 


HYMN  336.  481 

Xo  more,  ye  wise,  your  wisdom  boast, 
Xo  more,  ye  strong,  your  valour  trust ; 
XTo  more,  ye  rich,  survey  your  store, 
Elate  with  heaps  of  shining  ore. 

Glory,  ye  saints,  in  this  alone, 
That  God,  your  God,  to  you  is  known  ; 
That  you  have  owned  his  sovereign  sway, 
That  you  have  felt  his  cheering  ray. 

Our  wisdom,  wealth,  and  power  we  find, 
In  our  Jehovah  all  combined ; 
On  him  we  fix  our  roving  eyes, 
And  all  our  souls  in  raptures  rise. 

All  else,  which  we  our  treasure  call, 
May  in  one  fatal  moment  fall ; 
But  what  their  happiness  can  move, 
Whom  God,  the  blessed,  deigns  to  love  I 

Hymn  336.    CM. 

OLORD,  I  would  delight  in  thee, 
And  on  thy  care  depend ; 
To  thee  in  everv  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  friend. 

When  all  created  streams  are  dried, 

Thy  fulness  is  the  same ; 
May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 

And  glory  in  thy  name ! 

Why  should  the  soul  a  drop  bemoan, 

Who  has  a  fountain  near, 
A  fountain  which  will  ever  run, 

With  waters  sweet  and  clear  ? 

Xo  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  may  be  found  in  thee : 
I  must  have  all  things,  and  abound, 

While  God  is  God  to  me. 
2s 


482  HYMN  337. 

5  O  that  I  had  a  stronger  faith 

To  look  within  the  veil, 
To  credit  what  my  Saviour  saith, 
Whose  word  can  never  fail ! 

6  He  that  has  made  my  heaven  secure 

Will  here  all  good  provide : 
While  Christ  is  rich  can  I  be  poor  ? 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

7  O  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  thee, 

I  triumph  and  adore; 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  praise  thee  more. 

Hymn  337.    L.  M. 

TWTOW  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime. 
-^    Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time  ; 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Shall  ought  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large  ; 
Unbinds  our  chain,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now, 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 


HYMN  338,  339.  483 

Hymn  338.    CM. 

DEAR  refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 

My  fainting  hope  relies. 
To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 

For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 
Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief, 

For  every  pain  I  feel. 
But  O !  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine ; 
The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 

And  all  my  hopes  decline. 
Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I  flee  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 
And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 

Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 

And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ? 
And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 

Be  deaf  when  I  complain  ? 
No,  still  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 

Attends  the  mourner's  prayer : 
O  may  I  ever  find  access, 

To  breathe  my  sorrows  there! 
Thy  mercy  seat  is  open  still: 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat ; 
With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 

And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

Hymn  339.   CM. 
V^ITH  pity,  Lord,  our  languor  view, 

*  *     As  in  the  dust  we  lie ; 
Nor,  while  we  raise  our  plaintive  voice, 
Disdain  the  broken  cry. 


484  HYMN  340. 

2  Fain  would  we  mount  on  eagles'  wings 

With  ardency  and  love ; 
But  cumbrous  weights  still  drag  us  down  ; 
How  heavily  we  move! 

3  Thy  living  word  has  wonders  wrought ; 

These  wonders  here  renew, 
And  pour  fresh  vigour  through  our  souls, 
While  we  its  glories  view. 

4  Thy  quickening  energy  diffuse, 

O'er  all  our  inmost  frame ; 
And  animate  our  lips  and  lives 
To  glorify  thy  name. 

5  From  thee,  great  ever-flowing  Spring, 

Let  vital  streams  descend ; 
And  cheer  our  hearts  to  sing  those  songs 
Which  death  shall  never  end. 

Hymn  340.   CM. 

DEAR  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace ; 
Low  at  thy  feet  ashamed  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 

Ah  vile  ungrateful  heart ! 
By  earth's  low  cares,  detained,  betrayed, 
From  Jesus  to  depart. — 

3  From  Jesus,  who  alone  can  give 

True  pleasure,  peace,  and  rest : 
When  absent  from  the  Lord,  I  live 
Unsatisfied,  unblest. 

4  But  he,  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 

My  wandering  soul  restores  : 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 


HYMN  341,  342.  485 

O  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  penitential  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 

With  pity  in  thine  eye ! 

Then  shall  the  mourner  at  thy  feet, 

Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
And  grateful  own  how  kind  !  how  sweet ! 

Thy  condescending  grace. 

Hymn  341.    CM. 

OTHOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh ; 
Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 

From  sorrow's  weeping  eye ; 
See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  : 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 

Hast  thou  not  said — Return  ? 
And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
O  !  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 

This  only  safe  retreat. 
Absent  from  thee,  my  Guide  !  my  Light ! 

Without  one  cheering  ray  : 
Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 

How  desolate  my  way! 
Oh !  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine ! 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 

A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

Hymn  342.    C.  M. 
^ING,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
^  Your  great  Deliverer  sing  : 
Pilgrims,  for  Zion's  city  bound, 

Be  joyful  in  your  King. 
2s2 


486  HYMN  343. 

2  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on, 

Through  all  the  blissful  road : 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 

3  The  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head ; 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress, 
Like  shadows,  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength  ; 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye, 
While  labouring  up  the  hill. 

Hymn  343.   CM. 

MY  God,  what  gentle  cords  are  thine  ! 
How  soft,  and  yet  how  strong ! 
While  power,  and  truth,  and  love  combine, 
To  draw  our  souls  along. 

2  Thou  sawest  us  crushed  beneath  the  yoke 

Of  Satan  and  of  sin  ; 
Thy  hand  the  iron  bondage  broke, 
Our  worthless  hearts  to  win. 

3  The  guilt  of  twice  ten  thousand  sins 

One  offering  takes  away ; 
And  grace,  when  first  the  war  begins, 
Secures  the  crowning  day. 

1  Comfort  through  all  this  vale  of  tears, 
In  rich  profusion  flows, 
And  glory  of  unnumbered  years 
Eternity  bestows. 

5  Drawn  by  such  cords,  we  onward  move, 

Till  round  thy  throne  we  meet ; 
And  captives  in  the  chains  of  love, 
Embrace  our  Conqueror's  feet. 


HYMN  344,345.  487 

Hymn  344.   C.  M. 

FAITH  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
And  saves  me  from  its  snares ; 
Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 

And  softens  all  my  cares : 
Extinguishes  the  thirst  of  sin, 

And  lights  the  sacred  fire 
Of  love  to  God,  and  heavenly  things, 

And  feeds  the  pure  desire. 
The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power, 

The  healing  balm  to  give  ; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 

And  make  the  dying  live. 
Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 

Where  deathless  pleasures  reign ; 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 

Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain  : 
Shows  me  the  precious  promise  sealed 

With  the  Redeemer's  blood ; 
And  helps  my  feeble  hope  to  rest 

Upon  a  faithful  God. 
There,  there  unshaken,  would  I  rest, 

Till  this  vile  body  dies ; 
And  then  on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 

At  once  to  glory  rise. 

Hymn  345.   L.  M. 

SPRINKLED  with  reconciling  blood, 
I  dare  approach  thy  throne,  O  God  ; 
Thy  face  no  frowning  aspect  wears, 
Thy  hand  no  vengeful  thunder  bears ! 
Th'  encircling  rainbow,  peaceful  sign  ! 
Doth  with  refulgent  brightness  shine; 
And  while  by  faith  I  see  it  near, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear. 


488  HYMN  346   347. 

3  Let  me  my  grateful  homage  pay  ; 
With  courage  sing,  with  fervour  pray ; 
And  though  myself  a  wretch  undone, 
Hope  for  acceptance  through  thy  Son  ; 

4  The  Son,  who  on  the  accursed  tree, 
Expired  to  set  the  vilest  free ; 

On  this  I  build  my  only  claim, 
And  all  I  ask  is  in  his  name. 

Hymn  346.    7's. 

LORD  of  hosts,  how  lovely  fair, 
E'en  on  earth,  thy  temples  are ; 
Here  thy  waiting  people  see 
Much  of  heaven,  and  much  of  thee. 

2  From  thy  gracious  presence  flows 
Bliss  that  softens  all  our  woes  ; 
While  thy  Spirit's  holy  fire 
Warms  our  hearts  with  pure  desire. 

3  Here  we  supplicate  thy  throne, 
Here  thou  makest  thy  glories  known ; 
Here  we  learn  thy  righteous  ways, 
Taste  thy  love,  and  sing  thy  praise. 

4  Thus  with  sacred  songs  of  joy 
We  our  happy  lives  employ  ; 
Love,  and  long  to  love  thee  more, 
Till  from  earth  to  heaven  we  soar. 

Hymn  347.    S.  M. 

HOW  charming  is  the  place, 
Where  my  Redeemer  God 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad ! 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 


HYMN  348.  489 

2  Here  on  the  mercy  seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  him  their  prayers  and  cries 

All  humbled  souls  present : 
He  listens  to  the  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  they  want. 

5  To  them  his  sovereign  will 

He  graciously  imparts : 
And  in  return  accepts  with  smiles, 
The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 

6  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 

Within  thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 

Hymn  348.    C.  M. 

NOW,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 
And  make  thy  glory  known ; 
Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone ! 

2  Help  us  to  venture  near  thy  throne, 

And  plead  a  Saviour's  name ; 
For  all  that  we  can  call  our  own, 
Is  vanity  and  shame. 

3  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more ; 
That  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  loved  before. 

4  And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here. 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 


490  HYMN  349,  350. 

Hymn  349.   L.  M. 

HOW  great,  how  terrible,  that  God 
Who  shakes  creation  with  his  nod ! 
He  frowns — earth,  sea,  all  nature's  frame 
Sink  in  one  universal  flame. 

2  Where  now,  oh  where,  shall  sinners  seek 
For  shelter  in  the  general  wreck  ! 

Shall  falling  rocks  be  o'er  them  thrown  ? 
See  !  rocks,  like  snow,  dissolving  down. 

3  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry  ! 
In  lakes  of  liquid  fire  they  lie ! 
There  on  the  flaming  billows  tost, 
For  ever — oh,  for  ever  lost ! 

4  But  saints,  undaunted  and  serene, 
With  calmness  view  the  dreadful  scene ; 
Their  Saviour  lives,  the  worlds  expire, 
And  earth  and  skies  dissolve  in  fire. 

5  Jesus,  the  helpless  creature's  friend  ! 
To  thee  my  all  I  dare  commend  ; 
Thou  canst  preserve  my  feeble  soul 
When  lightnings  blaze  from  pole  to  pole. 

Hymn  350.    S.  M. 

GREAT  God,  now  condescend 
To  bless  our  rising  race  ; 
Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend, 
The  subjects  of  thy  grace. 

2  O  what  a  pure  delight 

Their  happiness  to  see  ! 
Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite, 
To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 

3  Now  bless,  thou  God  of  love, 

This  ordinance  divine ; 


HYMN  351.  352.  491 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
And  make  these  children  thine. 

Hymn  351.    L.  M. 

GREAT  Saviour,  who  didst  condescend 
Young  children  in  thine  arms  t'  embrace, 
Still  prove  thyself  the  infant's  friend, 
Baptize  them  with  thy  cleansing  grace 

2  Whilst  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 
Be  thou  their  guardian  and  their  guide, 
That  they,  directed  by  thy  truth, 
May  never  from  thy  precepts  slide. 

3  To  love  thy  word  their  hearts  incline, 
To  understand  it,  light  impart ; 

O  Saviour,  consecrate  them  thine, 
Take  full  possession  of  their  heart. 

Hymn  352.   C.  M. 

COME,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints, 
Our  humble  strains  attend  ; 
While  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 
Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  When  we  thy  wondrous  glories  hear, 

And  all  thy  sufferings  trace, 
What  sweetly  awful  scenes  appear  ! 
What  rich  unbounded  grace  ! 

3  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 

With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies ! 

4  Come,  Lord,  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame ; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 


492  HYMN  353,  354. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine, 
And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine, 
And  heaven  on  earth  appear. 
Hymn  353.    L.  M. 

SHOUT,  for  the  great  Redeemer  reigns, 
Through  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread, 
And  sinners  freed  from  Satan's  chains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  Head. 

2  God's  sons  and  daughters  from  afar, 

Daily  at  Sion's  gates  arrive ; 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 
By  sovereign  grace  are  made  alive. 

3  O  may  his  conquests  still  increase, 

And  every  foe  his  power  subdue ! 
While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 
And  saints  his  growing  glory  show. 

4  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 

From  all  below  and  all  above ; 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 
In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 

Hymn  354.    S.  M. 

OLORD  our  God,  arise, 
The  cause  of  truth  maintain  ; 
And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  Life,  arise, 

Nor  let  thy  glory  cease  ; 
Far  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace, 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost,  arise, 

Expand  thy  quickening  wing, 
And  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 


HYMN  355,  356.  493 

4  All  on  the  earth,  arise, 

To  God  the  Saviour  sing, 
From  shore  to  shore,  from  earth  to  heaven, 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring  ! 
Hymn  355.   L.  M. 

ASCEND  thy  throne,  almighty  King, 
And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad : 
Let  thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 
And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, 

Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face, 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdued  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  O  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord  ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name, 
Be  thou  through  heaven  and  earth  adored. 

Hymn  356.    L.  M. 

SHEPHERD  of  Israel,  thou  dost  keep 
With  constant  care,  thy  humble  sheep ; 
By  thee  inferior  pastors  rise, 
To  feed  our  souls,  and  cheer  our  eyes. 

2  To  all  thy  churches  such  impart, 
Modeled  by  thy  own  gracious  heart ; 
Whose  courage,  watchfulness,  and  love 
Men  may  attest,  and  God  approve. 

3  Fed  by  their  active  tender  care, 
Healthful  may  all  thy  sheep  appear ; 
And,  by  their  fair  example  led, 

The  way  to  Sion's  pasture  tread. 

4  Completely  heal  each  former  stroke, 
And  bless  the  shepherd  and  the  flock; 
Confirm  the  hopes  thy  mercies  raise, 
And  own  this  tribute  of  our  praise. 

2t 


494  HYMN  357,  358. 

Hymn  357.   CM, 

DEAR  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear, 
Thy  presence  now  display ; 
As  thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer, 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  thy  blessings  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

4  And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforced  by  mighty  grace, 

Awaken  many  sinners  round, 

To  come  and  fill  the  place. 

Hymn  358.    P.  M 

N  sweet  exalted  strains 
The  King  of  Glory  praise ; 
O'er  heaven  and  earth  he  reigns, 
Through  everlasting  days : 
He  with  a  nod  the  world  controls, 
Sustains  or  sinks  the  distant  poles. 
To  earth  he  bends  his  throne, 
His  throne  of  grace  divine: 
Wide  is  his  bounty  known, 
And  wTide  his  glories  shine ; 
Fair  Salem,  still  his  chosen  rest, 
Is  with  his  smiles  and  presence  blest. 
Then,  King  of  Glory,  come, 
And  with  thy  favour  crown 
This  temple  as  thy  dome, 
This  people  as  thy  own : 


i 


HYMN  359.  495 

Beneath  this  roof,  O  deign  to  show 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below. 

4  Here  may  thine  ears  attend 
Our  interceding  cries, 

And  grateful  praise  ascend 

All-fragrant  to  the  skies  : 
Here  may  thy  word  melodious  sound, 
And  spread  celestial  joys  around. 

5  Here  may  the  attentive  throng 
Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love, 
And  converts  join  the  song 
Of  seraphim  above ; 

And  willing  crowds  surround  thy  board, 
With  sacred  joy  and  sweet  accord. 

6  Here  may  our  unborn  sons 
And  daughters  sound  thy  praise, 
And  shine  like  polished  stones, 
Through  long  succeeding  days  : 

Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  power, 
While  temples  stand,  and  men  adore. 

Hymn  359.    L.  M. 

JOIN  every  tongue  to  praise  the  Lord ; 
All  nature  rests  upon  his  word  : 
Mercy  and  truth  his  courts  maintain, 
And  own  his  universal  reign. 

2  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  east,  and  leads  the  day ; 
He  guides  the  sun's  declining  wheels 
Beneath  the  verge  of  western  hills. 

3  Seasons  and  times  obey  his  voice ; 
The  evening  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  see  the  earth  made  soft  with  showers, 
Laden  with  fruit,  and  dressed  in  flowers. 


496  HYMN  360,  361. 

4  'Tis  from  his  watery  stores  on  high, 
He  gives  the  thirsty  ground  supply ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  dispense. 

5  The  pastures  smile  in  green  array , 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 

In  different  language,  speak  thy  name. 

6  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine ; 
In  all  the  earth  thy  glories  shine ; 
Through  every  month  thy  gifts  appear ; 
Great  God  !  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

Hymn  360.    L.  M. 

WE  sing  the  majesty  of  God, 
Whose  wisdom   spread   the  heavens 
abroad ; 
To  him  creation  owes  its  birth, 
His  mighty  arm  sustains  the  earth. 

2  The  evening  shade,  the  morning  light, 
The  sun  by  day,  the  stars  by  night, 
Unite  their  voices  to  proclaim, 

The  awful  grandeur  of  his  name. 

3  He  sees  our  griefs  with  pitying  eyes, 
His  liberal  hand  our  need  supplies  ; 
From  him  full  streams  of  mercy  flow 
To  cheer  this  gloomy  vale  below. 

i  Thou  God  of  grace  and  matchless  power, 
With  reverence  we  thy  name  adore : 
To  thee  our  grateful  songs  we  raise, 
Though  feeble  are  our  notes  of  praise. 

Hymn  361.    CM. 
'^THIS  faith  supports  my  feeble  soul, 
-■-    In  times  of  deep  distress  ; 


HYMN  362,  363.  497 

When  storms  arise  and  billows  roll, 

Great  God,  I  trust  thy  grace. 
Thy  powerful  arm  still  bears  me  up, 

Whatever  griefs  befall : 
Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  hope, 

And  thou  my  all  in  all. 
Bereft  of  friends,  beset  with  foes, 

With  dangers  all  around, 
To  thee  I  all  my  fears  disclose, 

In  thee  my  help  is  found. 
In  every  want,  in  every  strait, 

To  thee  alone  I  fly  ; 
When  other  comforters  depart, 

Thou  art  for  ever  nigh. 

Hymn  362.    L.  M. 
/AIT,  oh  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ; 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise ; 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals ; 
And  though  his  footsteps  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 
In  heaven  and  earth,  in  air  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  wise  decrees ; 
And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confest, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

Then,  oh  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
With  reverence  bow  before  his  seat ; 
And  'midst  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 
Hymn  363.    L.  M. 

WHEN  on  the  cross  my  Saviour  died, 
God's  holy  law  he  satisfied  : 
2t2 


498  HYMN  364,  365. 

My  debts  he  paid,  my  sins  he  bore, 
And  justice  now  demands  no  more. 

2  A  healing  balm  his  hand  bestows, 

To  cure  my  wounds,  and  ease  my  woes, 
And  a  rich  fountain  still  remains, 
To  wash  away  my  guilty  stains. 

3  Here  will  I  bathe  my  spotted  soul, 
Here  blessings  without  number  roll ; 
My  hopes  and  joys  I  hence  derive, 
For  Jesus  died  that  I  might  live. 

Hymn  364.    CM. 

THIS  world  's  a  dreary  wilderness, 
Where  turbid  waters  flow ; 
No  blooming  flowers  of  paradise, 
But  thorns  profusely  grow. 

2  We  lose  our  friends,  our  wealth  decays, 

And  life  is  full  of  pain ; 
For  various  good  we  wait  and  wish, 
But  wish  and  wait  in  vain. 

3  Our  hand  outstretched  to  seize  the  prize, 

The  phantom  flies  away ; 
And  leaves  us  to  relentless  grief, 
An  unexpected  prey. 

4  Jesus  our  Saviour,  now  to  thee, 

With  hasty  steps  we  come  ; 
Our  only  refuge  here  below, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

5  'Midst  rising  winds  and  beating  storms, 

Reclining  on  thy  breast, 
We  find  in  thee  a  hiding-place, 
And  here  securely  rest. 

Hymn  365.   CM. 

JESUS  !  delightful,  charming  name, 
It  spreads  a  fragrance  round ; 


HYMN  366,  367.  499 

Justice  and  mercy,  truth  and  peace, 

In  union  here  are  found. 
He  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  strength, 

In  him  all  glories  meet : 
He  is  a  shade  above  our  heads, 

A  light  to  guide  our  feet. 

The  thickest  clouds  are  soon  dispersed, 

If  Jesus  shows  his  face 
To  weary  heavy-laden  souls ; 

He  is  their  resting  place. 
When  storms  arise  and  tempests  blow, 

He  speaks  a  sovereign  word ; 
The  threatening  billows  cease  to  flow, 

The  winds  obey  their  Lord. 
Through  every  age  he  's  still  the  same, 

But  we  ungrateful  prove, 
Forget  the  savour  of  his  name, 

The  sweetness  of  his  love. 

Hymn  366.   CM. 

RISE,  glorious  Sun,  supremely  bright, 
Diffuse  thy  rays  abroad  ; 
Scatter  the  shades  of  gloomy  night, 

And  show  the  heavenly  road. 
With  healing  in  thy  wings,  arise 

On  this  dark  soul  of  mine ; 
Oh  pour  thy  glories  from  the  skies, 

And  give  me  life  divine. 
Though  thorns  and  briers,  pits  and  snares, 

Beset  the  path  I  go, 
One  ray  of  thine  dispels  my  fears, 
And  guides  me  safely  through. 
Hymn  367.    L.  M. 

COME  Jesus,  heavenly  teacher,  come, 
Convey  thine  own  instructions  home ; 


500  HYMN  363,  369. 

While  men  thy  sacred  truth  impart, 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  reach  the  heart. 

2  Whene'er  I  read  or  hear  thy  word, 
Thine  inward  teachings,  Lord,  afford  ; 
To  me  thy  holy  will  reveal, 

Unfold  the  book,  and  loose  the  seal. 

3  Call  me,  oh  call  me  to  thy  feet, 
And  there  transported  may  I  sit; 
With  joy  thy  heavenly  features  trace, 
And  feast  upon  thy  richest  grace. 

Hymn  368.   L.  M. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  God  of  love, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above ; 
Let  me  his  sacred  influence  feel, 
To  quicken,  purify,  and  heal. 

2  May  he  these  stubborn  lusts  subdue, 
And  form  my  nature  all  anew ; 

To  thee  my  groveling  spirit  raise, 
Excite  to  humble  prayer  and  praise. 

3  He  is  the  source  of  every  grace, 
Of  light,  and  life,  and  holiness  ; 
By  him  alone  may  I  be  taught, 

And  all  my  works  in  him  be  wrought. 

4  Oh  let  thy  Holy  Spirit  come, 

And  make  my  heart  his  constant  home; 
There  his  abundant  grace  display, 
And  lead  me  in  a  perfect  way. 
Hymn  369.    CM. 

GREAT  God,  before  thy  mercy  seat, 
Abased,  in  dust  I  fall ; 
My  crimes  of  complicated  guilt, 
•  Aloud  for  judgment  call. 
2  I  own  my  ways  to  be  corrupt, 
My  duties  stained  with  sin  ; 


HYMN  370,  371.  501 

Make  thou  my  broken  spirit  whole, 
My  burdened  conscience  clean. 

3  Lord,  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

Implant  a  holy  fear ; 
And  through  thine  all-abounding  grace, 
Bring  thy  salvation  near. 

4  On  my  distressed  benighted  soul, 

Oh  cause  thy  face  to  shine ; 
Make  me  to  hear  thy  pardoning  voice, 
And  tell  me  I  am  thine. 

Hymn  370.    L.  M. 

FAREWELL,  ye  transitory  things, 
The  wealth  of  kingdoms  and  of  kings ; 
A  nobler  object  far  than  you, 
Appears  to  my  enraptured  view. 

2  Jesus  !  in  whom  all  glories  meet, 
Holy  and  just,  and  good  and  great ; 
Ever  compassionate  and  kind, 

My  Saviour,  Advocate,  and  Friend. 

3  His  blood  redeemed  my  guilty  soul, 
On  him  I  all  my  burdens  roll ; 
From  him  I  seek,  in  him  possess, 
Wisdom  and  strength  and  righteousness. 

4  His  praise  shall  all  my  powers  employ, 
My  present  hope,  my  future  joy ; 

For  him  I  count  my  gain  but  loss, 
And  glory  only  in  his  cross. 

Hymn  371.    CM. 

MY  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy, 
Great  God,  are  in  thy  hand ; 
All  my  enjoyments  come  from  thee, 
And  go  at  thy  command. 


502  HYMN  372,  373. 

2  Oh  Lord,  shouldst  thou  withhold  them  all, 

Yet  would  I  not  repine ; 
Before  they  were  by  me  possessed, 
They  were  entirely  thine. 

3  Nor  would  I  drop  a  murmuring  word, 

If  all  the  world  were  gone, 
But  seek  substantial  happiness, 
In  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

Hymn  372.    L.  M. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  we  cry  to  thee, 
From  Egypt's  bondage  set  us  free ; 
And  lead  us  through  the  wilderness, 
To  Canaan's  land,  the  land  of  peace. 

2  Be  thou  our  guard  by  night  and  day, 
Amidst  the  dangers  of  the  way ; 

Let  heavenly  manna  crown  our  board, 
The  flinty  rock  its  streams  afford. 

3  May  we  obey  thy  righteous  laws, 
Defend  thy  truth,  maintain  thy  cause ; 
And  show  in  thought,  in  word,  and  deed, 
That  we  are  Abraham's  chosen  seed. 

4  Then  shall  the  Lord  delight  to  bless, 
And  grant  us  his  divine  increase ; 
Shall  lead  us  to  the  land  above, 
Where  we  shall  feast  upon  his  love. 

Hymn  373.    CM. 

JESUS,  my  Saviour,  bind  me  fast, 
In  cords  of  heavenly  love ; 
Then  sweetly  draw  me  to  thy  breast, 
Nor  let  me  thence  remove. 

2  Draw  me  from  all  created  good, 
Myself,  the  world,  and  sin  ; 


HYMN  374.  503 

To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
And  make  me  pure  within. 

3  Oh  lead  me  to  thy  mercy  seat, 

Attract  me  nearer  still ; 
Draw  me,  like  Mary,  to  thy  feet, 
To  sit  and  learn  thy  will. 

4  Oh  draw  me  by  thy  providence, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word, 
From  all  the  things  of  time  and  sense, 
To  thee,  my  gracious  Lord. 

Hymn  374.   C.  M. 

ENRAPT  in  thickest  shades  of  night, 
Oh  Lord,  thy  ways  appear ; 
But  yet  we  own  they  all  are  right, 
Though  seemingly  severe. 

2  Now  w-e  lament  our  errors  past, 

With  sighs,  and  groans,  and  tears ; 
The  numerous  moments  run  to  waste, 
Amidst  perplexing  cares ; 

3  The  labours  of  thy  servant,  Lord, 

By  us  were  mi sim  proved ; 
Too  little  have  we  read  thy  word, 
Too  much  the  world  have  loved. 

4  Thy  visitation  now  is  come, 

Our  pastor  is  no  more ; 
We  meet  within  thy  sacred  dome, 
And  here  our  loss  deplore. 

5  Great  God,  while  in  our  widowed  state, 

Oh  leave  us  not  alone ; 
Help  us  to  watch  and  pray,  and  wait, 
Till  thou  in  love  return. 

6  Let  not  the  candlestick  remove 

From  this  thine  own  abode ; 


504  HYMN  375,  376. 

But  let  our  supplications  prove 
That  we  prevail  with  God. 

7  Oh  send  a  messenger  of  peace, 
A  pastor  of  thy  choice ; 
Bid  all  our  sighs  and  sorrows  cease, 
And  cause  us  to  rejoice. 

Hymn  375.    CM. 

DEAR  Lord,  thy  word  of  truth  affords 
A  balm  for  every  wound ; 
Hence  all  our  hopes  of  bliss  arise, 
And  here  our  peace  is  found. 

2  The  tree  of  life,  beneath  whose  shade 

The  weary  pilgrim  sits  ; 
And  there  regaling  on  its  fruits, 
With  sweet  refreshment  meets : 

3  The  sure  foundation  of  our  faith, 

And  source  of  all  our  joy, 
May  it  our  warmest  thoughts  engage, 
Our  inmost  souls  employ. 

4  But  not  on  us  alone  bestow, 

These  records  of  thy  love  ; 
Let  distant  lands  thy  truth  receive, 
And  all  its  blessings  prove. 

Hymn  376.    C.  M. 

TOGETHER  with  these  symbols,  Lord, 
Thy  blessed  self  impart; 
And  let  thy  holy  flesh  and  blood 
Feed  the  believing  heart. 

2  Let  us  from  all  our  sins  be  washed 
In  thy  atoning  blood; 
And  let  thy  Spirit  be  the  seal 
That  we  are  born  of  God. 


HYMN  377,  378.  505 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  with  Jesus'  love 

Prepare  us  for  this  feast  ; 
O  let  us  banquet  with  our  Lord, 

And  lean  upon  his  breast. 

Hymn  377.    CM. 
#"|  riCKLY  my  days  have  passed  away, 
Vfj  How  soon,  alas,  they're  gone  ! 
Life's  gayest  scenes  decline  in  haste, 
Just  like  the  setting  sun. 

Always  in  motion,  ne'er  at  rest, 

My  minutes  onward  roll ; 
Swift  to  pursue  their  destined  course, 

And  soon  will  reach  the  goal. 
Eternal  pains,  or  endless  joys, 

Stand  waiting  at  the  door  ; 
The  moments  past,  or  those  to  come, 

Are  not  within  my  power. 
God  of  my  strength  and  of  my  hope, 

In  whom  I  live  and  move, 
Help  me  by  thine  instructive  grace 

The  present  to  improve. 
And  if  through  this  revolving  year, 

Thou  shouldst  my  life  prolong, 
O  may  thy  wisdom  guide  my  steps, 

Thy  praise  employ  my  tongue. 

Hymn  378.    C.  M. 

AMIDST  the  cheerful  bloom  of  youth, 
With  ardent  zeal  pursue 
The  ways  of  piety  and  truth, 
With  death  and  heaven  in  view. 

Fair  wisdom's  paths  with  sweets  are  strewed, 

And  pleasures  all  refined  ; 
There  joys  divine  are  shed  abroad, 

That  suit  th'  immortal  mind. 
2u 


506  HYMN  379. 

3  Youth  is  the  most  accepted  time, 

To  love  and  serve  the  Lord ; 
A  flower  presented  in  its  prime, 
Will  much  delight  afford. 

4  He'll  crown  with  peace  your  rising  years, 

And  make  your  fruit  increase  ; 
Will  guide  you  through  this  vale  of  tears, 
And  bid  your  sorrows  cease. 

5  Give  him  the  morning  of  your  days, 

And  be  for  ever  blest ; 
'Tis  none  but  those  in  wisdom's  ways 
Enjoy  substantial  rest. 

Hymn  379.   CM. 

ETERNAL  source  of  every  good, 
Before  thy  throne  we  bow, 
And  bless  thee  for  thy  gifts  bestowed 
On  pilgrims  here  below. 

2  Our  hearts  and  hands  hast  thou  inclined 

To  raise  this  house  of  prayer, 
Oh  may  we  seek  and  ever  find 
Thy  gracious  presence  here. 

3  Lord,  may  thy  heralds  long  proclaim 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
And  sinners  taught  to  fear  thy  name, 
Abundantly  increase. 

4  Here  may  thy  children  sweetly  feed 

On  manna  sent  from  heaven, 
Drink  freely  at  the  fountain-head, 
Whence  living  streams  are  given. 

5  Here  let  our  offspring  and  their  sons 

Be  of  the  Saviour  blest ; 
And  thus  while  time  its  circuit  runs, 
Find  here  a  settled  rest. 


HYMN  380.  507 

6  To  the  eternal  sacred  Three, 
The  great  mysterious  One, 
Now  may  this  house  devoted  be, 
To  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

Hymn  380.    C.  M. 

JERUSALEM  !  my  happy  home! 
Name  ever  dear  to  me ! 
When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks,  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  O  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom* 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know : 
Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe  ? 

Or  feel  at  death,  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 

6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there, 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  : 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below, 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

7  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 


508  HYMN  381,  382,  383. 

Hymn  381.    8's  &  7's. 
TYAIL,  thou  once  despised  Jesus  ! 
-"-  Hail,  thou  Galilean  king  ! 
Thou  didst  suffer,  to  release  us ; 
Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring  ! 

2  Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer  of  our  sin  and  shame ! 
By  thy  merits  we  find  favour, 
Life  is  given,  through  thy  name. 

3  Paschal  Lamb,  by  God  appointed, 

All  our  sins  on  thee  were  laid  ; 
By  almighty  love  anointed, 

Thou  hast  full  atonement  made. 

4  All  thy  people  are  forgiven, 

Through  the  virtue  of  thy  blood  ; 
Opened  is  the  gate  of  heaven ; 

Peace  is  made  'twixt  man  and  God. 

Hymn  382.   L.  M. 

DISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good, 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood ; 
Give  every  fettered  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

Hymn  383.  C.  M. 

AWAKE,  sweet  gratitude !  and  sing 
Th'  ascended  Saviour's  love : 
Sing  how  he  lives  to  carry  on 
His  people's  cause  above. 

2  With  cries  and  tears,  he  offered  up 
His  humble  suit  below  ; 


HYMN  384.  509 

But  with  authority  he  asks, 
Enthroned  in  glory  now. 

3  For  all  that  come  to  God  by  him, 

Salvation  he  demands ; 
Points  to  their  names  upon  his  breast, 
And  spreads  his  wounded  hands. 

4  His  sweet  atoning  sacrifice 

Gives  sanction  to  his  claim; 
"  Father,  I  will  that  all  my  saints 
Be  with  me  where  I  am. 

5  "  By  their  salvation,  recompense 

The  sorrows  I  endured ; 
Just  to  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 
And  faithful  to  thy  word." 

6  Eternal  life,  at  his  request, 

To  every  saint  is  given : 
Safety  on  earth,  and,  after  death, 
The  plenitude  of  heaven. 

Hymn  384.   C.  M. 
^NNERS,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God 
^  Who  takes  away  our  guilt ; 
Look  to  the  precious,  priceless  blood, 
That  Jews  and  Gentiles  spilt. 

2  From  heaven  he  came  to  seek  and  save, 

Leaving  his  blest  abode ; 
To  ransom  us,  himself  he  gave ; 
«  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

3  He  came  to  take  the  sinner's  place, 

And  shed  his  precious  blood  ; 
Let  Adam's  guiltv,  ruined  race, 
"Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

4  Sinners,  to  Jesus  then  draw  near, 

Invited  by  his  word ; 

2u2 


510  HYMN  385. 

The  chief  of  sinners  need  not  fear ; 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

5  Backsliders  too,  the  Saviour  calls, 

And  washes  in  his  blood ; 
Arise,  return  from  grievous  falls ; 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

6  Spirit  of  grace,  to  us  apply 

Immanuel's  precious  blood ; 
That  we  may  with  thy  saints  on  high, 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God." 

Hymn  385.    L.  M. 

GREAT  Light  of  life!  thou  nature's  Lord, 
Bring  light  from  darkness  by  thy  word  ; 
Shine  in  our  hearts,  in  mercy  shine, 
To  give  the  light  of  truth  divine. 

2  Light  of  our  souls  !  thyself  reveal ; 
Thy  power  and  presence  let  us  feel ; 
And  know,  and  see  the  wondrous  things 
Concealed  from  prophets,  priests,  and  kings. 

3  In  the  dear  face  of  Christ,  our  God, 
His  righteousness,  and  pardoning  blood, 
May  we  behold  our  All  in  All, 

And  at  his  foot  of  mercy  fall. 

4  There  thy  perfections  shine  most  bright ; 
May  we  behold  them  with  delight ; 
And  see  how  justice,  truth,  and  grace 
Unite,  and  smile  in  Jesus'  face. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness  !  arise, 
Open  our  long  benighted  eyes  ; 
Shine,  Jesus,  shine  from  day  to  day, 
'Till  all  that 's  dark  be  done  away. 


HYMN  366,  387  511 

Hymn  386.    8,  8,  6. 

OTHOU,  that  hearest  the  prayer  of  faith, 
Wilt  thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 
That  casts  itself  on  thee  ? 
I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 
But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done 
And  suffered  once  for  me. 

Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  his  availing  blood  : 
Thy  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be, 
Thy  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 
Then  snatch  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolation  send  : 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 

"  Thy  Maker  is  thy  friend." 
The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away  : 
Unclogged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things, 
I'd  mount,  I'd  fly  with  eager  wings, 

To  everlasting  day. 

Hymn  387.    C.  M. 

BEHOLD,  what  matchless  tender  love, 
Doth  Christ  to  babes  display  ! 
He  bids  each  parent  bring  them  near, 

Nor  turns  the  least  away. 
The  parents'  hearts  with  transport  filled, 

Bring  their  young  children  near, 
That  they  his  blessing  may  partake, 
x\nd  in  his  favour  share. 


512  HYMN  388. 

3  See  how  he  takes  them  in  his  arms, 

With  smiles  upon  his  face  ; 
And  says  his  kingdom  is  of  such, 
By  free  and  sovereign  grace. 

4  "  Forbid  them  not,"  whom  Jesus  calls, 

Nor  dare  the  claim  resist, 
Since  his  own  lips  to  us  declare, 
Heaven  will  of  such  consist. 

5  With  flowing  tears,  and  thankful  hearts, 

We  give  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Receive  them,  Lord,  into  thine  arms, 
Thine  may  they  ever  be  ! 

Hymn  388.   CM. 

BEHOLD  what  condescending  love, 
Jesus  on  earth  displays  ! 
To  babes  and  sucklings,  he  extends 
The  riches  of  his  grace ! 

2  He  still  the  ancient  promise  keeps, 

To  our  forefathers  given  ; 
Young  children  in  his  arms  he  takes, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

3  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

4  We  bring  them,  Lord,  with  thankful  hearts, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

5  Kindly  receive  this  tender  branch, 

And  form  his  soul  for  God ; 
Baptize  him  with  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
And  wash  him  in  thy  blood. 


HYMN  389.  513 

6  Thus  to  the  parents  and  their  seed, 
Let  thy  salvation  come; 
And  numerous  households  meet  at  last- 
In  one  eternal  home. 

Hymn  389.    C.  M. 

RETIRE,  vain  world,  awhile  retire, 
And  leave  us  with  the  Lord  ; 
Thy  gifts  ne'er  fill  one  just  desire, 
Nor  lasting  bliss  afford. 

2  Blest  Jesus  !  come  thou  gently  down, 

And  fill  this  hallowed  place ; 
O!  make  thy  glorious  goings  known, 
Diffuse  around  thy  grace. 

3  Shine,  dearest  Lord,  from  realms  of  day, 

Disperse  the  gloom  of  night ; 
Chase  all  our  clouds  and  doubts  away, 
And  turn  the  shades  to  light. 

4  Behold,  and  pity  from  above, 

Our  cold  and  languid  frame ; 
O  !  shed  abroad  thy  quickening  love, 
And  we'll  adore  thy  name. 

5  All  glorious  Saviour !  Source  of  grace  ! 

To  thee  we  raise  our  cry ; 
Unveil  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
To  every  waiting  eye. 

6  Revive,  O  God !  desponding  saints, 

Who  languish,  droop,  and  sigh ; 
Refresh  the  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
Fill  mourning  hearts  with  joy. 

7  Make  known  thy  power,  victorious  King, 

Subdue  each  stubborn  will ; 
Then,  sovereign  grace  we'll  join  to  sing, 
On  Sion's  sacred  hill. 


514  HYMN  390,  391. 

Hymn  390.    CM. 

ON  Sion,  his  most  holy  mount, 
God  will  a  feast  prepare ; 
And  Israel's  sons,  and  Gentile  lands 
Shall  in  the  banquet  share. 

2  Marrow  and  fatness  are  the  food, 

His  bounteous  hand  bestows  ; 
Wine  on  the  lees,  and  well  refined, 
In  rich  abundance  flows. 

3  See  to  the  vilest  of  the  vile 

A  free  acceptance  given ! 
See  rebels,  by  adopting  grace, 
Sit  with  the  heirs  of  heaven ! 

4  The  pained,  the  sick,  the  dying,  now 

To  ease  and  health  restored, 
With  eager  appetites  partake 
The  bounties  of  thy  board. 

5  But  O  what  draughts  of  bliss  unknown, 

What  dainties  shall  be  given, 
When,  with  the  myriads  round  the  throne, 
We  join  the  feast  of  heaven  ! 

6  There  joys  immeasurably  high 

Shall  satisfy  the  soul, 
And  springs  of  life,  that  never  dry, 
In  thousand  channels  roll. 

Hymn  391.   L.  M. 

GREAT  Lord  of  all  thy  churches,  hear 
Thy  ministers'  and  people's  prayer ; 
Perfumed  by  thee,  O  may  it  rise, 
Like  fragrant  incense,  to  the  skies. 
2  May  every  pastor  from  above, 
Be  new  inspired  with  zeal  and  love, 
To  watch  thy  flock,  thy  flock  to  feed, 
And  sow  with  care  the  precious  seed. 


HYMN  392  515 

3  Revive  thy  churches  with  thy  grace, 
Heal  all  our  breaches,  grant  us  peace ; 
Rouse  us  from  sloth,  our  hearts  inflame 
With  ardent  zeal  for  Jesus'  name. 

4  May  young  and  old  thy  word  receive, 
Dead  sinners  hear  thy  voice  and  live, 
The  wounded  conscience  healing  find, 
And  joy  refresh  each  drooping  mind. 

5  May  aged  saints,  matured  with  grace, 
Abound  in  fruits  of  holiness; 

And  when  transplanted  to  the  skies, 
May  younger  in  their  stead  arise. 

6  Thus  we  our  suppliant  voices  raise, 
And  weeping  sow  the  seed  of  praise, 
In  humble  hope  that  thou  wilt  hear 
Thy  ministers'  and  people's  prayer. 

Hymn  392.    C.  M. 
*V\7HEX  death  appears  before  my  sight, 

*  *     In  all  his  dire  array, 

Unequal  to  the  dreadful  fight, 

My  courage  dies  away. 

2  O  for  the  eye  of  faith  divine, 

To  pierce  beyond  the  grave ! 
To  see  that  Friend,  and  call  him  mine, 
Whose  arm  is  strong  to  save ! 

3  Lord,  I  commit  my  soul  to  thee  ! 

Accept  the  sacred  trust, 
Receive  this  nobler  part  of  me, 
And  watch  my  sleeping  dust. 

4  Till  that  illustrious  morning  come, 

When  all  thy  saints  shall  rise, 
And,  clothed  in  full  immortal  bloom, 
Attend  thee  to  the  skies. 


516  HYMN  393,  394. 

5  When  thy  triumphant  armies  sjng 

The  honours  of  thy  name, 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  glory  to  the  Lamb ; 

6  0  let  me  join  the  raptured  lays  ! 

And  with  the  blissful  throng, 
Resound  salvation,  power,  and  praise, 
In  everlasting  song ! 

Hymn  393.    L.  M. 

ETERNITY  is  just  at  hand  ; 
And  shall  I  waste  my  ebbing  sand  ? 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  Eternity  ! — without  a  bound  ! 

To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  sound  ! 
But  O  !  if  Christ  and  heaven  be  mine, 
How  sweet  the  accents  !  how  divine  ! 

3  Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care, 
My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  prayer, 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood, 

My  pardon  sealed,  and  peace  with  God. 

4  But  should  my  highest  hopes  be  vain, 
The  rising  doubt,  how  sharp  the  pain  ! 
My  fears,  O  gracious  God,  remove, 
Confirm  my  title  to  thy  love. 

5  Search,  Lord  !  O  search  my  inmost  heart 
And  light,  and  hope,  and  joy  impart ; 
From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free, 

And  guide  me  safe  to  heaven  and  thee. 
Hymn  394.   L.  M. 

COME,  dearest  Lord,  who  reign'st  above 
And  draw  me  with  the  cords  of  love ! 
And  while  the  gospel  does  abound, 
"  O  may  I  know  the  joyful  sound  !" 


HYMN  395  517 

Sweet  are  the  tidings,  free  the  grace, 
It  brings  to  our  apostate  race : 
It  spreads  a  heavenly  light  around  ; 
"O  may  I  know  the  joyful  sound  !" 

The  gospel  bids  the  sin-sick  soul 
Look  up  to  Jesus  and  be  whole ; 
In  him  are  peace  and  pardon  found ; 
"  O  may  I  know  the  joyful  sound  !" 

It  stems  the  tide  of  swelling  grief, 
Affords  the  needy  sure  relief; 
Releases  those  by  Satan  bound  ; 
"  O  may  I  know  the  joyful  sound  !"  * 

Hymn  395.   CM. 

ON  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

O  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields,  arrayed  in  living  green, 

And  rivers  of  delight ! 

There  generous  fruits,  that  never  fail, 

On  trees  immortal  grow ; 
There  rocks,  and  hills,  and  brooks,  and  vales, 

With  milk  and  honey  flow. 

On  all  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns, 

And  scatters  night  away. 

No  chilling  winds,  nor  poisonous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore : 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 

Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 
2x 


518  HYMN  396. 

6  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

7  Filled  with  delight,  my  'raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  should  round  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

Hymn  396.   CM. 

XTE  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 
-■-    Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms, 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart  ; 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart, 
That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  O  come,  and  with  his  children,  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

5  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstasies  unknown. 

6  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more, 

Are  welcome  still  to  come ; 
Ye  longing  souls,  the  grace  adore, 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room  ! 


HYMN  397,  398.  519 

Hymn  397.   L.  M. 

THY  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word, 
And  wait  the  smilings  of  thy  face, 
Assemble  round  thy  mercy-seat, 
And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 
We  consecrate  these  hours  to  thee, 
Thy  sovereign  mercy  to  intreat ; 
And  feel  some  animating  hope, 
We  shall  divine  acceptance  meet. 
Hast  thou  not  sworn  to  give  thy  Son, 
To  be  a  light  to  gentile  lands  ? 
To  open  the  benighted  eye, 
And  loose  the  wretched  prisoner's  bands  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said,  from  sea  to  sea, 
His  vast  dominion  shall  extend  ? 
That  every  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 
And  every  knee  before  him  bend  ? 
Now  let  the  happy  time  appear, 
The  time  to  favour  Zion  come ; 
Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near, 
To  call  thy  banished  children  home. 

Hy3ev398.    L.  M. 

INDULGENT  God,  to  thee  we  pray, 
Be  with  us  on  this  solemn  day ; 
Smile  on  our  souls,  our  plans  approve, 
By  which  we  seek  to  spread  thy  love. 
Let  party  prejudice  be  gone, 
And  love  unite  our  hearts  in  one ; 
Let  all  we  have  and  are  combine 
To  aid  this  glorious  work  of  thine. 
Point  us  to  men  of  upright  mind, 
Devoted,  diligent,  and  kind  ; 
With  grace  be  all  their  hearts  endowed, 
And  light  to  guide  them  in  the  road. 


520  HYMN  399. 

4  With  cheerful  steps  may  they  proceed, 
Where'er  thy  providence  shall  lead ; 

Let  heaven  and  earth  their  works  befriend, 
And  mercy  all  their  paths  attend. 

5  Great  let  the  bands  of  those  be  found, 
Who  shall  attend  the  gospel  spund ; 
And  let  barbarians,  bond  and  free, 

In  suppliant  throngs  resort  to  thee. 

6  Where  Pagan  altars  now  are  built, 
And  brutal  blood,  or  human,  spilt, 
There  let  the  bleeding  cross  be  reared, 
And  God,  our  God,  alone  revered. 

7  Where  captives  groaned  beneath  their  chain, 
Let  grace  and  love,  and  concord  reign  ; 
The  aged  and  the  infant  tongue 

Unite  in  one  harmonious  song. 

Hymn  399.    L.  M. 

ARISE,  in  all  thy  glory,  Lord, 
Let  power  attend  thy  gracious  word ; 
Unveil  the  beauties  of  thy  face, 
And  show  the  riches  of  thy  grace. 

2  Diffuse  thy  light  and  truth  abroad, 
And  be  thou  known  th'  almighty  God  ; 
Make  bare  thine  arm,  thy  power  display, 
While  truth  and  grace  thy  sceptre  sway. 

3  Send  forth  thy  messengers  of  peace, 
Make  Satan's  reign  and  empire  cease ; 
Let  thy  salvation,  Lord,  be  known, 
That  all  the  world  thy  power  may  own. 

4  Though  darkness  now  the  earth  pervades, 
And  men  are  placed  in  dismal  shades, 
Our  God  will  soon  arise  and  shine 

On  Zion  with  a  light  divine. 


HYMN  400.  521 

5  Then  nations,  with  his  grace  replete, 
Shall  spread  their  trophies  at  his  feet ; 
Clothed  with  immortal  bliss,  to  prove 
The  power  and  greatness  of  his  love. 

6  O  may  the  triumphs  of  thy  grace, 
Abound,  while  righteousness  and  peace, 
In  mild  and  lovely  forms,  display 

The  glories  of  the  latter  day. 

Hymn  400.    S.  M. 

TE  messengers  of  Christ, 
His  sovereign  voice  obey ; 
Arise !  and  follow  where  he  leads, 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master  whom  you  serve, 

Will  needful  strength  bestow ; 
Depending  on  his  promised  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose ; 
The  cause  is  God's,  and  must  prevail, 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

4  Go,  spread  a  Saviour's  name ; 

And  tell  his  matchless  grace, 
To  the  most  guilty  and  depraved 
Of  Adam's  numerous  race. 

5  We  wish  you  in  his  name, 

The  most  divine  success  ; 
Assured  that  he  who  sends  you  forth, 
Will  your  endeavours  bless. 

6  When  you  from  us  depart, 

To  cross  the  boisterous  main ; 
We  then  will  bear  you  on  our  hearts, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 
2x2 


522  HYMN  401,  402. 

Hymn  401.    L.  M. 

LORD,  how  shall  wretched  sinners  dare 
Look  up  to  thy  divine  abode  ? 
Or  offer  their  imperfect  prayer, 
Before  a  just,  a  holy  God  ? 

2  Bright  terrors  guard  thine  awful  seat, 

And  dazzling  glories  veil  thy  face  ; 
Yet  mercy  calls  us  to  thy  feet, 

Thy  throne  is  stiU  a  throne  of  grace. 

3  O  may  our  souls  thy  grace  adore, 

May  Jesus  plead  our  humble  claim, 
While  thy  protection  we  implore, 
In  his  prevailing,  glorious  name  ! 

4  Our  arms  succeed,  our  councils  guide, 

Let  thy  right  hand  our  cause  maintain ; 
Till  war's  destructive  rage  subside, 
And  peace  resume  her  gentle  reign. 

5  O  when  shall  time  the  period  bring, 

When  raging  war  shall  waste  no  more ; 
When  peace  shall  stretch  her  balmy  wing, 

Round  the  wide  earth,  from  shore  to  shore? 
5.  When  shall  the  gospel's  healing  ray, 

(Kind  source  of  amity  divine  !) 
Spread  o'er  the  world  celestial  day  ? 

When  shall  the  nations,  Lord,  be  thine  ? 

Hymn  402.    L.  M. 

TE  humble  souls,  complain  no  more ; 
Let  faith  survey  your  future  store ; 
How  happy,  how  divinely  blest, 
The  sacred  words  of  truth  attest! 
2  In  vain  the  sons  of  wealth  and  pride 
Despise  your  lot,  your  hopes  deride ; 
In  vain  they  boast  their  little  stores  ; 
Trifles  are  theirs,  a  kingdom  yours ! 


HYMN  403.  523 

A  kingdom  of  immense  delight, 
Where  wealth,  and  peace,  and  joy  unite ; 
Where  undeclining  pleasures  rise, 
And  every  wish  hath  full  supplies  : 

A  kingdom  which  can  ne'er  decay, 
While  time  sweeps  earthly  thrones  away ; 
The  state,  which  power  and  truth  sustain, 
Unmoved  for  ever  must  remain. 

There  shall  our  eyes  with  rapture  view 
The  glorious  friend  that  died  for  you  ; 
That  died  to  ransom,  died  to  raise, 
To  crowns  of  joy,  and  songs  of  praise. 

Jesus,  to  thee  I  breathe  my  prayer ! 
Reveal,  confirm  my  interest  there : 
Whate'er  my  humble  lot  below, 
This,  this,  my  soul  desires  to  know  ! 

O  let  me  hear  that  voice  divine, 
Pronounce  the  glorious  blessing  mine  ! 
Enrolled  among  thy  happy  poor, 
My  largest  wishes  ask  no  more. 

Hymn  403.    L.  M. 

THE  Lord,  my  Saviour,  is  my  light, 
What  terrors  can  my  soul  affright  ? 
While  God,  my  strength,  my  life,  is  near, 
What  potent  arm  shall  make  me  fear  ? 

Should  numerous  foes  besiege  me  round, 
My  steadfast  heart  no  fear  shall  wound; 
Though  war  should  rise  in  dread  array, 
God  is  my  strength,  my  hope,  my  stay. 

This  only  gift  my  heart  desires, 
For  this  my  ardent  wish  aspires, 
This  will  I  seek  with  restless  care, 
Till  God  attend  my  humble  prayer. 


524  HYMN  404,  405. 

4  In  his  own  house  to  spend  my  days, 
My  life  devoted  to  his  praise : 

There  would  my  soul  his  beauties  trace, 
And  learn  the  wonders  of  his  grace. 

5  Should  every  earthly  friend  depart, 
And  nature  leave  a  parent's  heart ; 
My  God,  on  whom  my  hopes  depend, 
Will  be  my  Father,  and  my  Friend. 

6  Ye  humble  souls,  in  every  strait, 
On  God,  with  sacred  courage  wait ; 
His  hand  shall  life  and  strength  afford ; 
Ye  trembling  saints,  wait  on  the  Lord. 

Hymn  404.   L.  M. 

NOW  while  the  gospel  net  is  cast, 
Do  thou,  O  Lord,  the  effort  own ; 
From  numerous  disappointments  past, 
Teach  us  to  hope  in  thee  alone. 

2  May  this  be  a  much  favoured  hour, 

To  souls  in  Satan's  bondage  led ; 
O  clothe  thy  word  with  sovereign  power, 
To  break  the  rocks,  and  raise  the  dead ! 

3  To  mourners  speak  a  cheering  word, 

On  seeking  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine; 
Let  poor  backsliders  be  restored, 
And  all  thy  saints  in  praises  join. 

4  O  hear  our  prayer,  and  give  us  hope, 

That,  when  thy  voice  shall  call  us  home, 
Thou  still  wilt  raise  a  people  up, 

To  love  and  praise  thee  in  our  room. 

Hymn  405.  S.  M. 
^f^O-DAY  the  Saviour  rose : 
A    Our  Jesus  left  the  dead  ; 
He  conquered  our  tremendous  foes, 
And  Satan  captive  led. 


HYMN  406.  525 

2  He  left  his  glorious  throne, 

To  make  our  peace  with  God  ; 
Blessings  for  ever  on  his  name, 
He  bought  us  with  his  blood 

3  For  us,  his  life  he  paid  ; 

For  us,  the  law  fulfilled  ; 
On  him  our  loads  of  guilt  were  laid ; 
We  by  his  stripes  are  healed. 

4  Ye  saints,  adore  his  name, 

Who  hath  such  mercy  shown ; 
Ye  sinners,  love  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
And  make  his  praises  known. 

Hymn  406.    C.  M. 

HERE  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet, 
To  feed  on  food  divine  : 
Thy  body,  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood,  the  wine. 

2  He  that  prepares  this  rich  repast, 

Himself  comes  down  and  dies  ; 
And  then  invites  us,  thus  to  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

3  The  bitter  torments  he  endured 

Upon  the  shameful  cross, 
For  us,  his  welcome  guests,  procured 
These  heart-reviving  joys. 

4  His  body  torn  with  rudest  hands, 

Becomes  the  choicest  bread  ; 
And,  with  the  blessing  he  commands, 
Our  noblest  hopes  are  fed. 

5  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free, 

Dear  Saviour,  so  divine  ! 
Well  thou  mayest  claim  that  heart  of  me, 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 


526  HYMN  407,  408. 

6  Yes,  thou  shalt  surely  have  my  heart, 
My  soul,  my  strength,  my  all ; 
With  life  itself  I'll  freely  part, 
My  Jesus,  at  thy  call. 

Hymn  407.    L.  M. 

THE  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 
The  flowing  tear,  the  heaving  sigh, 
When  righteous  persons  fall  around, 
When  tender  friends  and  kindred  die. 

2  Yet  not  one  anxious,  murmuring  thought, 

Should  with  our  mourning  passions  blend ; 
Nor  would  our  bleeding  hearts  forget 
Th'  almighty  ever-living  Friend. 

3  Beneath  a  numerous  train  of  ills, 

Our  feeble  flesh  and  heart  may  fail ; 
Yet  shall  our  hope  in  thee,  our  God, 
O'er  every  gloomy  fear  prevail. 

4  Parent  and  husband,  guard  and  guide, 

Thou  art  each  tender  name  in  one ; 
On  thee  we  cast  our  every  care, 
And  comfort  seek  from  thee  alone. 

5  Our  Father  God,  to  thee  we  look, 

Our  Rock,  our  Portion,  and  our  Friend ; 
And  on  thy  covenant  love  and  truth, 
Our  sinking  souls  shall  still  depend. 

Hymn  408.   7's. 

SAFELY  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 
Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day; 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest ! 


HYMN  409.  527 

2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace. 
Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconciling  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame : 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

3  Here  we're  come  thy  name  to  praise ; 
Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near ; 

May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 
While  we  in  thy  house  appear ; 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound  ; 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints : 
Such  let  all  our  sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  join  the  church  above. 

Hymn  409.    L.  M. 
^RETCHED  on  the  cross, the  Saviour  dies! 
^  Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise  ! 
See,  how  the  sacred  crimson  tide 
Flows  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side. 

2  But  life  attends  the  deathful  sound, 
And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound  ; 
The  vital  stream,  how  free  it  flows 

To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes  ! 

3  To  suffer  in  the  traitor's  place, 
To  die  for  man — surprising  grace  ! 
Yet  pass  rebellious  angels  by — 

O  why  for  man,  dear  Saviour,  why  ? 

4  And  didst  thou  bleed  ? — for  sinners  bleed  ? 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 


A1 


528  HYMN  410. 

No  !  he  withdrew  his  sickening  ray, 
And  darkness  veiled  the  mourning  day. 

5  Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow  ; 
And  yet  my  heart  unmoved  remain, 
Insensihle  to  love  or  pain  ? 

6  Come,  dearest  Lord !  thy  grace  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart ; 
'Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move, 
In  melting  grief,  and  ardent  love. 

Hymn  410.    P.  M. 

LL  hail !  the  glorious  morn, 
That  saw  our  Saviour  rise, 
With  victory  bright  adorned, 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes : 
Ye  saints  extol  your  risen  Lord, 
And  sing  his  praise  with  sweet  accord. 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Th'  atoning  sacrifice ; 

Sustains  the  dreadful  load, 

Of  man's  iniquities ; 
Death,  sin,  and  hell,  our  cruel  foes 
All  vanquished  fell,  when  Jesus  rose. 

At  once  the  prison  doors, 
Death's  awful  gates  expand  ; 
Their  captive  they  restore, 
At  God's  supreme  command : 
How  blest  the  hour !  (awake  our  joys,) 
Hell's  fatal  power,  lo,  he  destroys ! 

The  conqueror  ascends, 
In  triumph  to  the  skies ; 
Celestial  hosts  attend, 
To  crown  his  victories  ; 


HYMN  411,  412.  529 

Hark  !  they  proclaim  his  glorious  name ; 
And  heaven  resounds  Immanuel's  fame. 

5  Now  to  the  throne  above, 
Let  every  saint  draw  near ; 
There  dwells  incarnate  love ; 
Grace  sits  triumphant  there  : 

See  mercy  smile,  e'en  on  that  throne, 
Where  once  did  wrath  and  justice  frown. 

6  All  praise  be  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  offered  up  his  blood  ; 
Hosannas  to  his  name, 
That  for  our  ransom  stood  ; 

In  notes  sublime,  with  joy  we  sing, 
The  love  divine  of  Christ  our  king. 

Hymn  411.    CM. 

TE  living  men,  the  tomb  survey 
Where  you  must  quickly  dwell ; 
Hark  !  how  the  awful  summons  sounds 
In  every  funeral  knell. 

2  Once  you  must  die ;  and  once  for  all, 

The  solemn  purport  weigh  ; 
For  know  that  heaven  or  hell  are  hung 
On  that  important  day. 

3  Those  eyes  so  long  in  darkness  veiled, 

Must  wake  the  Judge  to  see  ; 
And  every  word  and  every  thought 
Must  pass  his  scrutiny. 

4  O  may  I,  in  the  Judge,  behold 

My  Saviour  and  my  Friend  ! 
And,  far  beyond  the  reach  of  death, 
With  all  his  saints  ascend. 

Hymn  412.    L.  M. 
OIN,  all  who  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
To  sing  his  everlasting  fame; 
2  Y 


530  HYMN  413,  414. 

Great  God  prepare  each  heart  and  voice, 
In  him  for  ever  to  rejoice. 

2  With  him,  I  daily  love  to  walk  ; 
Of  him,  my  soul  delights  to  talk ; 
On  him,  I  cast  my  every  care ; 
Like  him,  one  day  I  shall  appear. 

3  Bless  him,  my  soul,  from  day  to  day, 
Trust  him,  to  lead  thee  on  thy  way ; 
Give  him  thy  poor,  weak,  sinful  heart ; 
With  him,  O  never,  never  part. 

4  Take  him  for  strength  and  righteousness, 
Make  him  thy  refuge  in  distress  ; 

Love  him  above  all  earthly  joy, 
And  him  in  every  thing  employ. 

5  Praise  him  in  cheerful,  grateful  songs ; 
To  him  your  highest  praise  belongs : 
Bless  him  who  does  your  heaven  prepare, 
And  makes  you  meet  his  joy  to  share. 

Hymn  413.    L.  M. 
^VEREIGN  of  worlds,  display  thy  power, 
^  Be  this  thy  Zion's  favoured  hour ; 
Bid  the  bright  morning  star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 
I  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
On  western  wilds,  and  heathen  plains, 
Far  let  the  gospel's  sound  be  known, 
And  be  the  universe  thine  own. 
I  Speak — and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice, 
Speak — and  the  nations  shall  rejoice  ; 
Scatter  the  shades  of  moral  night, 
With  the  blest  beams  of  heavenly  light. 
Hymn  414.    L.  M. 
'RUSTING  in  Christ,  go,  heralds  !  rear 
The  gospel  standard,  void  of  fear; 


HYMN  415.  531 

Go  seek  with  joy  your  destined  home, 
And  preach  a  Saviour,  there  unknown. 

2  Yes,  christian  heroes,  go  proclaim 
Salvation  in  ImmanuePs  name  ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

3  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire — 
With  flaming  zeal  your  hearts  inspire ; 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  calm  the  savage  breast  to  peace. 

4  And  when  our  labours  all  are  o'er, 
Then  shall  we  meet  to  part  no  more ; 
Meet — with  the  blood-bought  throng  to  fall, 
And  crown  our  Jesus — Lord  of  all. 

Hymn  415.   L.  M. 

GOD  of  the  passing  year,  to  thee 
Our  hymn  of  gratitude  we  raise — 
With  swelling  heart  and  bending  knee, 
We  offer  thee  our  song  of  praise. 

2  We  bless  thy  name,  almighty  God, 

For  all  the  kindness  thou  hast  shown 
To  this  fair  land  our  fathers  trod, 
This  land  we  fondly  call  our  own. 

3  Here  freedom  spreads  her  banner  wide, 

And  casts  her  soft  and  hallowed  ray, 
For  thou  our  country's  arms  didst  guide, 
And  led  them  on  their  conquering  way. 

4  We  praise  thee,  that  the  gospel  light, 

Through  all  our  land  its  radiance  sheds ; 
Scatters  the  shades  of  error's  night, 

And  heavenly  blessings  round  us  spreads. 

5  When  foes  without,  and  foes  within, 

With  threatening  ills  our  land  have  pressed, 


532  HYMN  416. 

Thou  hast  our  nation's  bulwark  been, 
And,  smiling,  sent  us  peaceful  rest. 

6  O  God !  preserve  us  in  thy  fear, 

In  troublous  times  our  helper  be  ; 
Diffuse  thy  truth's  bright  precepts  here, 
And  may  we  worship  only  thee. 

Hymn  416.    L.  M. 

BLEST  Jesus !  when  thy  cross  I  view, 
That  mystery  to  th'  angelic  host, 
I  gaze  with  grief  and  rapture  too, 
And  all  my  soul 's  in  wonder  lost. 

2  What  strange  compassion  filled  thy  breast, 

That  brought  thee  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
To  woes  that  cannot  be  exprest, 
To  be  despised,  to  groan,  and  die ! 

3  Was  it  for  man,  rebellious  man, 

Sunk  by  his  crimes  below  the  grave, 
Who,  justly  doomed  to  endless  pain, 
Found  none  to  pity  or  to  save  ? 

4  For  man  didst  thou  forsake  the  sky, 

To  bleed  upon  th'  accursed  tree : 
And  didst  thou  taste  of  death  to  buy 
Immortal  life  and  bliss  for  me ! 

5  Had  I  a  voice  to  praise  thy  name, 

Loud  as  the  trump  that  wakes  the  dead  ; 
Had  I  the  raptured  seraph's  flame, 
My  debt  of  love  could  ne'er  be  paid. 

6  Yet,  Lord,  a  sinner's  heart  receive, 

This  burdened,  contrite  heart  of  mine, 
(Thou  knowest  I've  nought  beside  to  give,) 
And  let  it  be  for  ever  thine. 


HYMN  417,  418.  533 

Hymn  417.    CM. 

BLEST  Jesus !  when  my  soaring  thoughts 
O'er  all  thy  graces  rove, 
How  is  my  soul  in  transport  lost, 
In  wonder,  joy,  and  love. 

Not  softest  strains  can  charm  mine  ears 

Like  thy  beloved  name ; 
Nor  aught  beneath  the  skies  inspire 

My  heart  with  equal  flame. 

Where'er  I  look,  my  wandering  eyes 

Unnumbered  blessings  see ; 
But  what  is  life,  with  all  its  bliss, 

If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 

Hast  thou  a  rival  in  mv  breast  ? 

Search,  Lord,  for  thou  canst  tell 
If  aught  can  raise  my  passions  thus, 

Or  please  my  soul  so  well. 

No.  thou  art  precious  to  my  heart, 

My  portion  and  my  joy  ; 
For  ever  let  thy  boundless  grace, 

My  sweetest  thoughts  employ. 

When  nature  faints, — around  my  bed 

Let  thy  bright  glories  shine ; 
And  death  shall  all  his  terrors  lose, 

In  raptures  so  divine. 

Hymn  418.    8,7. 

HAPPY  soul,  thy  days  are  ended, 
All  thy  mourning  days  below ; 
Go,  by  angel  bands  attended, 
To  thy  blessed  Jesus,  go. 

Waiting  to  receive  thy  spirit, 
Lo  !  the  Saviour  stands  above ; 
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534  HYMN  419. 

Shows  the  purchase  of  his  merit, 
Reaches  out  the  crown  of  love. 

3  Struggle  through  thy  latest  passion, 
To  thy  dear  Redeemer's  breast ; 
To  his  glorious,  great  salvation, 
To  his  everlasting. rest. 

4  For  the  joys  he  sets  before  thee, 
Bear  a  momentary  pain ; 

Die,  to  live  a  life  of  glory, 
Suffer,  with  thy  Lord  to  reign. 

Hymn  419.    L.  M. 

OTHOU  eternal,  glorious  Lord, 
Thy  gracious  presence  now  afford; 
To  all  our  souls  thine  influence  bring, 
While  of  eternity  we  sing  ! 

2  Eternity,  stupendous  theme  ! 
Compared  with  which  our  life  's  a  dream ; 
Eternity  !  O  awful  sound, 

"  A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned!" 

3  Eternity  !  the  dread  abode 
And  habitation  of  our  God ! 
His  glory  fills  the  vast  expanse, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  mortal  sense. 

4  But  an  eternity  there  is, 

Of  dreadful  woe,  or  joyful  bliss  ; 
And,  swift  as  time  fufils  its  round, 
We  to  eternity  are  bound. 

5  And  is  eternity  so  near  ? 

And  must  we  very  soon  be  there  ? 
Sinner, — ah  !  whither  wilt  thou  flee, 
Or  how  avoid  eternity  ? 

6  Canst  thou  for  ever  bear  to  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell : — 


HYMN  420,  421.  535 

And  is  death  nothing  then  to  thee, — 
Death,  and  a  dread  eternity  ? 

Ye  gracious  souls,  with  joy  look  up, 
In  Christ  rejoice,  your  glorious  hope; 
This  everlasting  bliss  secures ; 
God,  and  eternity  are  yours. 

Hymn  420.   CM. 

LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall; 
Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget, 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  O  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


Hymn  421.    C.  M. 

XFIXITE  excellence  is  thine, 
Thou  lovely  Prince  of  grace ! 
Thy  uncreated  beauties  shine 
With  never-failing  rays. 


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536  HYMN  422. 

2  Sinners,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 

Come  bending  at  thy  feet ; 
To  thee  their  prayers  and  praise  ascend, 
In  thee  their  wishes  meet. 

3  Thy  name,  as  precious  ointment  shed, 

Delights  the  church  around  ; 
Sweetly  the  sacred  odours  spread 
Through  all  ImmanuePs  ground. 

4  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thy  exhaustless  store ; 
From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  still  thou  givest  more. 

5  Thou  art  their  triumph  and  their  joy  ; 

They  find  their  all  in  thee  : 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ 
Through  all  eternity. 

6  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 

That  I  shall  mount  on  high ; 
And  view  thy  matchless  beauties  there, 
With  never-ceasing  joy  ? 

Hymn  422.    C.  M. 

THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  ImmanuePs  veins : 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Be  saved  to  sin  no  more. 


HYMN  423,  424.  537 

E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream, 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  shall  be  till  I  die. 
Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save ; 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 

Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

Hymn  423.    L.  M. 

JESUS,  my  Lord,  my  soul's  delight, 
For  thee  I  long,  for  thee  I  pray ; 
Amid  the  shadows  of  the  night, 

Amid  the  business  of  the  day. 
When  shall  I  see  thy  smiling  face, 

That  face  which  I  have  often  seen ; 
Arise,  thou  Sun  of  righteousness, 

And  burst  the  clouds  that  intervene. 
Thou  art  the  glorious  gift  of  God, 

To  sinners  weary  and  distrest ; 
The  first  of  all  his  gifts  bestowed ; 

And  certain  pledge  of  all  the  rest. 
Could  I  but  say,  "  This  gift  is  mine," 

I'd  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet ; 
No  more  at  poverty  repine, 

Nor  envy  sinners  rich  and  great. 
The  precious  jewel  I  would  keep, 

And  lodge  it  deep  within  my  heart, 
At  home,  abroad,  awake,  asleep, 

It  never  shall  from  thence  depart ! 

Hymn  424.    7's. 

GRACIOUS  Spirit,  Love  divine  ! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine, 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  full  of  heaven  and  love. 


538  HYMN  425. 

2  Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart ; 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

Hymn  425.   CM. 

WHILE  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by 
night, 
All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind ; 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "  To  you,  in  Bethlehem,  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ  the  Lord ; 
And  this  shall  be  the  sign. 

4  "  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall  find, 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels  praising  God,  who  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song  ; 


HYMN  426,  427.  539 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
And  to  the  earth  be  peace ; 
Good  will  henceforth,  from  heaven  to  men 
Begin,  and  never  cease." 

Hvmn426.    7's. 

NOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name ! 
Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears ; 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears  ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancelled  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin, 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop,  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome  all,  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest ; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

6  When  his  Spirit  leads  us  home, 
When  we  to  his  glory  come, 
We  shall  all  the  fulness  prove 
Of  our  Lord's  redeeming  love. 

Hymn  427.    L.  M. 

TO  God,  my  Saviour,  and  my  King, 
Fain  would  my  soul  her  tribute  bring ; 
Join  me,  ye  saints,  in  songs  of  praise, 
For  ye  have  known  and  felt  his  grace. 


540  HYMN  428. 

2  Wretched  and  helpless  once  I  lay, 
Just  breathing  all  my  life  away ; 
He  saw  me  weltering  in  my  blood, 
And  felt  the  pity  of  a  God. 

3  With  speed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 

Bound  up  my  wounds,  and  soothed  my  grief; 
Poured  joys  divine  into  my  heart, 
And  bade  each  anxious  fear  depart. 

4  These  proofs  of  love,  my  dearest  Lord  ! 
Deep  in  my  breast  I  will  record  : 

The  life,  which  I  from  thee  receive, 
To  thee,  behold,  I  freely  give. 

5  My  heart  and  tongue  shall  tune  thy  praise 
Through  the  remainder  of  my  days : 
And,  when  I  join  the  powers  above, 

My  soul  shall  better  sing  thy  love. 

Hymn  428.   CM. 

THE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 
Attend  the  heavenly  sound ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow  : 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise, 

To  ease  your  every  pain  : 
(Immortal  fountain !  full  supplies  !) 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4  Ye  sinners,  come — 'tis  mercy's  voice, 

The  gracious  call  obey  : 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys — 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 


HYMN  429,  430.  541 

Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts, 

And  drink,  and  never  die. 

Hymn  429.  L.  M. 

OF  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 
Jesus,  thy  love  exceeds  the  rest ! 
Love,  the  best  blessing  here  below, 

The  nearest  image  of  the  blest. 
While  we  are  held  in  thy  embrace, 

There  's  not  a  thought  attempts  to  rove : 
Each  smile  upon  thy  beauteous  face 

Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  our  love. 
While  of  thy  absence  we  complain, 

And  long,  or  weep  in  all  we  do, 
There  's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain  ; 

And  tears  have  their  own  sweetness  too. 
When  round  thy  courts  by  day  we  rove, 

Or  ask  the  watchmen  of  the  night 
For  some  kind  tidings  of  our  love, 

Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 
Jesus,  our  God,  yet  rather  come  ! 

Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  thy  face : 
Tis  best  to  see  our  Lord  at  home, 

And  feel  the  presence  of  his  grace. 
Hymn  430.    L.  M.  D. 

AWAY  my  unbelieving  fear  ! 
Let  fear  in  me  no  more  have  place ; 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear  ; 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face. 
But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no  ! 
I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 
2z 


542  HYMN  431. 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 
The  withering  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 

The  field  illude  the  tiller's  toil— 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford — 

And  perish  all  the  bleating  race, 
Yet  I  will  triumph  in  the  Lord  ! 

The  God  of  my  salvation  praise ! 

3  Away,  each  unbelieving  fear  ! 

Let  fear  to  cheering  hope  give  place ; 
My  Saviour  will  at  length  appear, 

And  show  the  brightness  of  his  face : 
Though  now  my  prospects  all  be  crossed, 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  off  I  see ; 
Still  will  I  in  my  Jesus  trust, 

Whose  boundless  love  can  reach  to  me. 

4  In  hope — believing  against  hope — 

His  promised  mercy  will  I  claim ; 
His  gracious  word  shall  bear  me  up, 

To  seek  salvation  in  his  name ; 
Soon,  my  dear  Saviour,  bring  it  nigh  ! 

My  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wind, 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 

And  leave  the  world,  and  sin  behind. 

HyxMn  431.    8,  7. 

JESUS !  full  of  all  compassion, 
Hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry  ; 
Let  me  know  thy  great  salvation  : 
See  !  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 

2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 
Overwhelmed  with  helpless  grief, 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting, 
Send,  oh,  send  me  quick  relief! 


HYMN  431.  543 

3  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying, 

But  to  him  who  comfort  gives  ? 
Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 
But  to  him  who  ever  lives  ? 

4  While  I  view  thee,  wounded,  grieving, 

Breathless,  on  the  cursed  tree, 
Fain  I'd  feel  my  heart  believing 
That  thou  sufferedst  thus  for  me. 

5  With  thy  righteousness  and  Spirit, 

I  am  more  than  angels  blest ; 
Heir  with  thee,  all  things  inherit, 
Peace,  and  joy,  and  endless  rest. 

6  Without  thee,  the  world  possessing, 

I  should  be  a  wretch  undone ; 
Search  through  heaven,  the  land  of  blessing, 
Seeking  good,  and  finding  none. 

7  Hear  then,  blessed  Saviour,  hear  me  ! 

My  soul  cleaveth  to  the  dust ; 
Send  the  Comforter  to  cheer  me ; 
Lo !  in  thee  I  put  my  trust. 

8  On  the  word  thy  blood  hath  sealed, 

Hangs  my  everlasting  all : 
Let  thy  arm  be  now  revealed ; 
Stay,  O  stay  me,  lest  I  fall ! 

9  In  the  world  of  endless  ruin, 

Let  it  never,  Lord,  be  said, 
"  Here 's  a  soul  that  perished  suing 
For  the  boasted  Saviour's  aid !" 

10  Saved  ! — the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 

Through  the  shining  realms  above ! 
Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 
All  enraptured  with  thy  love ! 


544  H¥MN  432. 

Hymn  432.    7's. 

TESUS  !  lover  of  my  soul, 
•J    Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ! 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide ; 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me ; 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  staid, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

All  in  all  in  thee  I  find  ! 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind  ! 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

1  am  all  unrighteousness, 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sin  : 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within ; 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


HYMN  433.  545 

Hymn  433.    7,  6,  8. 

TESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 

•*   Call  back  a  wandering  sheep  ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain,  like  Peter,  weep 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored, 

On  me  be  all  its  freeness  shown  j 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble  contrite  heart : 
Give,  what  I  have  long  implored, 

A  portion  of  thy  love  unknown ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

See  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die ; 
Life,  and  happiness,  and  love, 

Smile  in  thy  gracious  eye ; 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

Look,  as  when  thy  pitying  eye 

Was  closed,  that  we  might  live ; 
u  Father  (at  the  point  to  die, 

My  Saviour  gasped,)  Forgive !" 
Surely  with  that  dying  word, 

He  turns,  and  looks,  and  cries,  u  'Tis  done!'- 
O  my  loving,  bleeding  Lord, 

This  breaks  my  heart  of  stone. 
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546  HYMN  434. 

Hymn  434.   P.M. 
OME,  every  pious  heart, 
That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Your  noblest  powers  exert, 
To  celebrate  his  fame  : 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

Such  was  his  zeal  for  God, 

And  such  his  love  for  you, 

He  nobly  undertook 

What  Gabriel  could  not  do : 
His  every  deed  of  love  and  grace 
All  words  exceed,  and  thoughts  surpass. 

He  left  his  starry  crown, 

And  laid  his  robes  aside ; 

On  wings  of  love  came  down, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  : 
What  he  endured  O  who  can  tell, 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell ! 

From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 

The  mansions  of  the  dead  ; 

And  thence  his  mighty  foes, 

In  glorious  triumph  led  : 
Up  through  the  sky  the  conqueror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour  God. 

From  thence  he'll  quickly  come, 

His  chariot  will  not  stay, 

And  bear  our  spirits  home 

To  realms  of  endless  day: 
There  shall  we  see  his  lovely  face, 
And  ever  be  in  his  embrace. 

Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 
The  debt  we  owe  thy  love, 


HYMN  435,  436.  547 

Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 

Our  gratitude  approve : 
Our  hearts,  our  all,  to  thee  we  give ; 
The  gift,  though  small,  thou  wilt  receive. 

Hymn  435.   L.  M. 

WHEN  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay, 
What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day, 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That  spread  salvation  through  our  race  ? 
Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue  ; 
Let  alms  hestowed,  let  kindness  done, 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 
The  man  who  marks,  from  day  to  day, 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod. 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

Hymn  436.    8,7. 

LOVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven  to  earth  come  down  ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown ; 
Jesus  !  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  longing  heart ! 
Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit, 

Into  every  troubled  breast ! 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest : 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 


548  HYMN  437,  438. 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  now  thy  life  receive! 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave  ! 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  thee  as  thine  hosts  above ; 
Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  thy  precious  love. 

4  Finish  then  thy  new  creation, 

Pure,  unspotted  may  we  be  : 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation 

Perfectly  secured  by  thee  ! 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place ; 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Hymn  437.    CM. 

THE  Lord  descended  from  above 
And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high  ; 
And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherub  and  on  seraphim 

Full  royally  he  rode; 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds, 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods, 

Their  fury  to  restrain ; 
And  he,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 

Hymn  438.    P.M. 

HARK  the  solemn  trumpet  sounding, 
Loud  proclaims  the  jubilee; 
'Tis  the  voice  of  grace  abounding, 
Grace  to  sinners  rich  and  free : 


HYMN  439.  549 

Ye  who  know  the  joyful  sound, 
Publish  it  to  all  around. 

2  Is  the  name  of  Jesus  precious  ? 

Does  his  love  your  spirits  cheer  ? 
Do  you  find  him  kind  and  gracious, 

Still  removing  doubt  and  fear  ? 
Think  that  what  he  is  to  you ; 
Such  he'll  be  to  others  too. 

3  Were  you  once  at  awful  distance, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ? 
Could  no  arm  afford  assistance, 

Nothing  save  but  Jesus'  blood  ? 
Think  how  many  still  are  found, 
Strangers  to  the  joyful  sound. 

4  Brethren,  join  in  supplication, 

Join  to  plead  before  the  Lord : 
'Tis  his  arm  that  brings  salvation, 

He  alone  can  give  the  word : 
Father,  let  thy  kingdom  come, 
Bring  thy  wandering  outcasts  home. 

Hymn  439.    L.  M. 

SWEET  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly 
guest ! 
Come  fix  thy  mansion  in  my  breast, 
Dispel  my  doubts,  my  fears  control, 
And  heal  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 

2  Come,  smiling  hope,  and  joy  sincere, 
Come,  make  your  constant  dwelling  here ; 
Still  let  your  presence  cheer  my  heart, 
Nor  sin  compel  you  to  depart. 

3  Thou  God  of  hope,  and  peace  divine, 
O  make  these  sacred  pleasures  mine ! 
Forgive  my  sins,  my  fears  remove, 
And  send  the  tokens  of  thy  love. 


550  HYMN  440,  441. 

4  Then  should  mine  eyes,  without  a  tear, 
See  death,  with  all  his  terrors  near ; 
My  heart  should  then  in  death  rejoice, 
And  raptures  tune  my  faltering  voice. 

Hymn  440.   L.  M. 

YE  sons  of  men  with  joy  record 
The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  let  his  power  and  goodness  sound 
Through  all  your  tribes,  the  earth  around. 

2  Let  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite, 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light  ; 
Where  sun,  and  moon,  and  planets  roll, 
And  stars  that  shine  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Sing  earth,  in  verdant  robes  arrayed, 

Its  herbs  and  flowers,  its  fruit  and  shade ; 
Peopled  with  life  of  various  forms, 
Fishes  and  fowls,  and  beasts  and  worms. 

4  View  the  broad  sea's  majestic  plains, 
And  think  how  wide  its  Maker  reigns : 
That  band  remotest  nations  joins, 
And  on  each  wave  his  goodness  shines. 

5  But  oh  !  that  brighter  world  above, 
Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  Love ! 
God's  only  Son  in  flesh  arrayed, 

For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made. 

6  Thither,  my  soul,  with  rapture  soar ; 
There  in  the  world  of  praise  adore : 
This  theme  demands  an  angel's  lay, 
Demands  an  everlasting  day. 

Hymn  441.    L.  M. 
I^TOT  by  the  laws  of  innocence, 
-^    Can  Adam's  sons  arrive  at  heaven; 
New  works  can  give  us  no  pretence, 
To  have  our  ancient  sins  forgiven. 


HYxMN  442,  443.  551 

Not  the  best  deeds  that  we  have  done, 

Can  make  a  wounded  conscience  whole : 
Faith  is  the  grace,  and  faith  alone, 

That  flies  to  Christ  and  saves  the  soul. 
Lord,  I  believe  thy  heavenly  word, 

Fain  would  I  have  my  soul  renewed ; 
I  mourn  for  sin,  and  trust  the  Lord, 

To  have  it  pardoned  and  subdued. 
Oh,  may  thy  grace  its  power  display, 

Let  guilt  and  death  no  longer  reign  ; 
Save  me  in  thine  appointed  way, 

Nor  let  my  humble  faith  be  vain. 

Hymn  442.   8's. 

ETERNAL  Spirit,  source  of  light, 
Enlivening,  consecrating  fire, 
Descend,  and,  with  celestial  heat, 

Our  dull,  our  frozen  hearts  inspire ; 
Our  souls  refine,  our  dross  consume ! 
Come,  condescending  Spirit,  come ! 
In  our  cold  breasts,  oh,  strike  a  spark 

Of  the  pure  flame  which  seraphs  {"eel, 
Nor  let  us  wander  in  the  dark, 

Or  lie  benumbed  and  stupid  still: 
Come,  vivifying  Spirit,  come, 
And  make  our  hearts  thy  constant  home ! 
Let  pure  devotion's  fervours  rise ; 

Let  every  pious  passion  glow  ; 
Oh,  let  the  raptures  of  the  skies, 

Kindle  in  our  cold  hearts  below  ! 
Come,  condescending  Spirit,  come, 
And  make  our  souls  thy  constant  home ! 

Hymn  443.    C.  M. 

HAIL,  mighty  Jesus,  how  divine, 
Is  thy  victorious  sword  ! 


552  HYMN  444. 

The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign, 
At  thy  commanding  word. 

2  Deep  are  the  wounds  thine  arrows  give, 

They  pierce  the  hardest  heart; 
Thy  smiles  of  grace  the  slain  revive, 
And  joy  succeeds  to  smart. 

3  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh, 

Ride  with  majestic  sway  ; 
Go  forth,  great  Prince,  triumphantly, 
And  make  thy  foes  obey. 

4  And  when  thy  victories  are  complete, 

And  all  the  chosen  race 
Shall  round  the  throne  of  mercy  meet, 
To  sing  thy  conquering  grace ; 

5  O  may  my  humble  soul  be  found, 

Among  that  favoured  band ; 
And  I,  with  them,  thy  praise  will  sound, 
Throughout  Immanuel's  land. 

Hymn  444.    C.  M. 

HARK,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 
The  Saviour  promised  long  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  Spirit,  largely  poured, 

Exerts  his  sacred  fire; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes  the  prisoners  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held, 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes  from  thickest  films  of  vice, 

To  clear  the  inward  sight ; 


HYMN  445  553 

And  on  the  eyes  obscured  by  sin, 
To  pour  celestial  light. 

He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure ; 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 

T'  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

Our  glad  Hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 

With  thy  beloved  name. 

Hymn  445.    C.  M. 

LORD,  when  our  raptured  thought  surveys 
Creation's  beauties  o'er, 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise, 

And  bid  our  souls  adore. 
Thy  wisdom,  power,  and  goodness,  Lord, 

In  all  thy  works  appear; 
And,  O  !  let  man  thy  praise  record, 

Man,  thy  distinguished  care. 
From  thee  the  breath  of  life  he  drew  ; 

That  breath  thy  power  maintains  : 
Thy  tender  mercy,  ever  new, 

His  brittle  frame  sustains. 

Yet  nobler  favours  claim  his  praise, 

Of  reason's  light  possessed  ; 
By  revelation's  brightest  rays, 

Still  more  divinely  blessed. 

Thy  providence,  his  constant  guard, 

When  threatening  woes  impend, 
Or  will  th'  impending  dangers  ward, 

Or  timely  succours  lend. 
On  us  that  providence  has  shone 

With  gentle,  smiling  rays; 
3  a 


554  HYMN  446. 

O  may  our  lips  and  lives  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise. 

Hymn  446.   C.  M. 

ALMIGHTY  Father,  gracious  Lord, 
Kind  Guardian  of  my  days, 
Thy  mercies  let  my  heart  record 
In  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

2  In  life's  first  dawn,  my  tender  frame 

Was  thy  indulgent  care ; 
Long  ere  I  could  pronounce  thy  name 
Or  breathe  the  infant  prayer. 

3  Around  my  path  what  dangers  rose ! 

What  snares  spread  all  my  road  ! 
No  power  could  guard  me  from  my  foes, 
But  my  preserver,  God. 

4  How  many  blessings  round  me  shone, 

Where'er  I  turned  mine  eye  ! 
How  many  passed  almost  unknown, 
Or  unregarded,  by  ! 

5  Each  rolling  year  new  favours  brought 

From  thy  exhaustless  store ; 
But  ah  !  in  vain  my  labouring  thought 
Would  count  thy  mercies  o'er. 

6  While  sweet  reflection,  through  my  days 

Thy  bounteous  hand  would  trace ; 
Still  dearer  blessings  claim  thy  praise, 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

7  Yes,  I  adore  thee,  gracious  Lord, 

For  favours  more  divine  ; 
That  I  have  known  thy  sacred  word, 
Where  all  thy  glories  shine. 

8  Lord,  when  this  mortal  frame  decays, 

And  every  weakness  dies, 


HYMN  447.  555 

Complete  the  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
And  raise  me  to  the  skies. 

Hymn  447.    C.  M. 

MORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled  ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Wrapt  in  the  silence  of  the  night, 

Lay  all  the  eastern  world, 
When  bursting,  glorious,  heavenly  light 
The  wondrous  scene  unfurled. 

6  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song : 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious,  angel  throng. 

7  O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  love, 

Our  hearts  and  songs  to  raise ; 
Sweetly  to  bear  our  souls  above, 
And  mingle  with  their  lays  ! 

8  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 

u  Glory  to  God  on  high ; 


556  HYMN  448,  449. 

Good  will  and  peace  are  now  complete, 
Jesus  was  born  to  die." 

9  Hail,  Prince  of  life,  for  ever  hail ! 
Redeemer,  brother,  friend ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail, 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

Hymn  448.    L.  M. 

r|X)  Jesus  our  exalted  Lord, 
-*-    (Dear  name,  by  heaven  and  earth  adored !) 
Fain  would  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
A  cheerful  song  of  sacred  praise. 

2  But  all  the  notes  which  mortals  know, 
Are  weak,  and  languishing,  and  low ; 
Far,  far  above  our  humble  songs  : 
The  theme  demands  immortal  tongues. 

3  Yet  while  around  his  board  we  meet, 
And  humbly  worship  at  his  feet : 

O  let  our  warm  affections  move, 
In  glad  returns  of  grateful  love ! 

4  Let  faith  our  feeble  senses  aid, 

To  see  thy  wondrous  love  displayed ; 
Thy  broken  flesh,  thy  bleeding  veins, 
Thy  dreadful,  agonizing  pains. 

5  Let  humble  penitential  woe, 

With  painful,  pleasing  anguish,  flow; 
And  thy  forgiving  love  impart 
Life,  hope,  and  joy  to  every  heart. 

Hymn  449.    S.  M. 

AND  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 
And  must  the  dead  arise  ? 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 


HYxMN  450.  557 

And  from  his  righteous  lips 

Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound  ; 

And  through  the  numerous  guilty  throng, 
Spread  black  despair  around ; 

"  Depart  from  me,  accursed, 

To  everlasting  flame, 
For  rebel  angels  first  prepared, 

Where  mercy  never  came." 

How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven,  before  his  face, 

Astonished  shrink  away  ? 

But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark,  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound, 

What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

Ye  sinners  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 

And  find  salvation  there. 

So  shall  that  curse  remove, 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled  ; 
And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 

His  blessings  on  your  head. 

Hymn  450.    L.  M. 

GREAT  God  !  thy  everlasting  praise 
Demands  a  flaming  seraph's  tongue ; 
Yet  we  our  humbler  notes  would  raise, 

To  join  the  never-ending  song. 
Praise,  glorious  God,  to  thee  be  paid, 
And  never-ceasing  honours  given, 
That  thou  the  way  hast  open  laid, 
To  guide  our  upward  feet  to  heaven. 
3  a3 


558  HYMN  451. 

3  Yet  while  we  see  the  heavenly  light 

Of  gospel  truth  around  us  shine, 
May  others  learn  to  know  aright 
Thy  love  and  glory  so  divine. 

4  Let  Jew,  and  Greek,  and  bond,  and  free, 

Sing  the  great  wonders  of  thy  love, 
Till  every  tribe  and  tongue  shall  be 
Ripe  for  immortal  songs  above. 

5  And  may  the  wandering  sailors,  Lord, 

Look  from  their  ocean-home,  to  thee ; 
And  humbly  bow  to  him,  whose  word 
Can  calm  the  tumults  of  the  sea. 

6  Then,  when  to  other  lands  they  bear 

The  glorious  gospel  of  thy  Son, 
They'll  be  a  living  witness  there 

To  truths  their  happy  souls  have  known. 

7  And  O !  when  life's  rough  storms  are  o'er, 

And  dangers  past,  may  they  and  we 
Land  on  the  bright  and  peaceful  shore 
Of  ever  blest  eternity. 

Hymn  451.    CM. 

COME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve ; 
Come  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 


HYMN  452.  559 

"  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives ; 
Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch — 

And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

"  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  ; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 

And  perish  only  there. 

"  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

I  must  for  ever  die." 

Hymn  452.    CM. 

WHEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 
(Alas  what  numbers  do  !) 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too?" 

Ah,  Lord !  with  such  a  heart  as  mine, 

Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline, 

And  prove  like  them  at  last. 

Yet  thou  alone  hast  power,  I  know, 

To  save  a  wretch  like  me ; 
To  whom,  or  whither  could  I  go, 

If  I  should  turn  from  thee  ? 

Beyond  a  doubt,  I  rest  assured, 

Thou  art  the  Christ  of  God  • 
Who  hast  eternal  life  secured, 

By  promise  and  by  blood. 

No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest, 

And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest, 

And  satisfy  my  heart. 


560  HYMN  453,  454. 

6  What  anguish  has  this  question  stirred, 
"If  I  will  also  go?" 
Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 
I  humbly  answer — no  ! 

Hymn  453.   CM. 

ETERNAL  Source  of  light  and  grace, 
We  hail  thy  sacred  Name; 
Through  every  year's  revolving  round, 
Thy  goodness  is  the  same. 

2  On  us,  all  worthless  as  we  are, 

It  wondrous  mercy  pours ; 
Sure  as  the  heavens'  established  course, 
And  plenteous  as  the  showers. 

3  Inconstant  service  we  repay, 

And  treacherous  vows  renew  ; 
False  as  the  morning's  scattering  cloud, 
And  transient  as  the  dew. 

4  In  flowing  tears  our  guilt  we  mourn, 

And  loud  implore  thy  grace, 
To  bear  our  feeble  footsteps  on, 
In  all  thy  righteous  ways. 

5  Armed  with  this  energy  divine, 

Our  souls  shall  steadfast  move ; 
And  with  increasing  transports  press 
On  to  thy  courts  above. 

6  So  by  thy  power  the  morning  sun 

Pursues  his  radiant  way  ; 
Brightens  each  moment  in  his  race, 
And  shines  to  perfect  day. 

Hymn  454.    C.  M. 

SWEET  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt 
The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood, 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  briniz  me  home  to  God. 


HYMN  455.  61 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue ; 
And  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  (In  vain  the  tempter  spread  his  wiles, 

The  world  no  more  could  charm ; 
I  lived  upon  my  Saviour's  smiles, 
And  leaned  upon  his  arm.) 

4  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

5  But  now — when  evening  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns : 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

6  My  prayers  are  now  a  chattering  noise, 

For  Jesus  hides  his  face ; 
I  read — the  promise  meets  my  eyes — 
But  will  not  reach  my  case. 

7  Rise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail ; 

O  make  my  soul  thy  care ; 
I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail, 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

Hymn  455.    7,6. 

RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
Thy  better  portion  trace ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place  : 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay : 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove : 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away, 
To  seats  prepared  above. 


562  HYMN  456. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul  that 's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Cease  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn  ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies. 
Yet  a  season,  and,  you  know, 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given; 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

Hymn  456.    6,  4. 

COME,  thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 
Help  us  to  praise ! 
Father  all  glorious,  o'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us,  ancient  of  days. 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall ! 
Let  thine  almighty  aid,  our  sure  defence  be 

made; 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  staid ;  Lord,  hear  our  call ! 

3  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword ; 

Our  prayer  attend ! 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless,  and  give  thy  word 

success ; 
Spirit  of  holiness,  on  us  descend  ! 


HYMN  457,  458.  563 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour ! 
Thou,  who  almighty  art,  now  rule  in  every 

heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart,  Spirit  of  power. 

5  To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore! 
His  sovereign  majesty,  may  we  in  glory  see 
And  to  eternity,  love  and  adore ! 

Hymn  457.    8's  &  7's. 

COME,  thou  long  expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  thy  people  free ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 

Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee : 
Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation, 
Hope  of  all  the  saints  thou  art ; 
Dear  Desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

2  Born,  thy  people  to  deliver  ; 

Born  a  child — and  yet  a  King ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  for  ever, 

Now  thy  precious  kingdom  bring : 
By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

Hymn  458.    8's  &  7's. 

GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God  ! 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode : 


564  HYMN  459. 

On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded — 
What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 

With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 
Thou  mayest  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove : 
Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river, 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear ! 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near : 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner, 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day ; 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna, 

Which  he  gives  them,  when  they  pray 

Hymn  459.    C.  M. 

STERN  winter  throws  his  icy  chains, 
Encircling  nature  round : 
How  bleak,  how  comfortless  the  plains. 
Late  with  gay  verdure  crowned  ! 

2  The  sun  withdraws  his  vital  beams, 

And  light  and  warmth  depart ; 
And  drooping,  lifeless  nature  seems 
An  emblem  of  my  heart. 

3  My  heart,  where  mental  winter  reigns, 

In  night's  dark  mantle  clad ; 
Confined  in  cold  inactive  chains, 
How  desolate  and  sad  ! 


HYMN  460.  565 

4  Return,  O  blissful  Sun,  and  bring, 

Thy  soul  reviving  ray ; 
This  mental  winter  shall  be  spring, 
This  darkness  cheerful  day. 

5  O  happy  state — divine  abode, 

Where  spring  eternal  reigns, 
And  perfect  day,  the  smile  of  God, 
Fills  all  the  heavenly  plains. 

6  Great  Source  of  light,  thy  beams  display, 

My  drooping  joys  restore  ; 
And  guide  me  to  the  seats  of  day, 
Where  winter  frowns  no  more. 

Hymn  460.   L.  M. 

GREAT  God,  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand ! 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows ; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God  ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsels  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts,  the  past  we  own  ; 
The  future — all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 

Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

5  When  death  shall  interrupt  our  songs, 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues, 
Our  helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust, 
In  better  worlds  our  souls  shall  boast. 

3b 


566  HYMN  461,  462. 

Hymn  461.    7's. 
"f"  ORD,  we  come  before  thee  now 
-"  At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 
O  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ! 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend ; 
In  compassion,  now  descend : 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace ; 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart, 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return; 

Those  who  are  cast  down,  lift  up, 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

6  Grant  that  all  may  seek,  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind : 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

Hymn  462.   P.M. 

SAY,  should  we  search  the  globe  around, 
Where  can  such  happiness  be  found, 
As  dwells  in  this  much-favoured  land  ? 
Here  plenty  reigns ;  here  freedom  sheds 
Her  choicest  blessings  on  our  heads : 
By  God  supported,  still  we  stand. 


HYMN  463.  567 

Here  commerce  spreads  her  ample  store ; 
Which  comes  from  every  foreign  shore ; 

Science  and  arts  their  charms  display ; 
Religion  teaches  us  to  raise 
Our  voices  in  our  Maker's  praise, 

As  truth  and  conscience  point  the  way. 

These  are  thy  gifts,  Almighty  King  ! 
From  thee  our  matchless  blessings  spring  ; 

Th'  extended  shade,  the  fruitful  skies, 
The  raptures  liberty  bestows, 
The  eternal  joys  the  gospel  shows, 

All  from  thy  boundless  goodness  rise. 

With  grateful  hearts,  with  cheerful  tongues, 
To  God  we  raise  united  songs ; 

His  power  and  mercy  we  proclaim ; 
And  still,  through  every  age  shall  own 
Jehovah  here  hath  fixed  his  throne, 

And  triumph  in  his  mighty  name. 

Long  as  the  moon  her  course  shall  run, 
Or  man  behold  the  circling  sun, 

Do  thou  amidst  our  nation  reign  ; 
Still  crown  her  counsels  with  success, 
With  peace  and  joy  her  borders  bless, 

And  all  her  sacred  rites  maintain. 


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Hymn  463.    8,7,4. 

ORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace ; 
Oh,  refresh  us  ! 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 
For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 


568  HYMN  464. 

May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 
May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal 's  given, 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away ; 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  to  leave  our  cumbrous  clay, 
May  we,  ready, 
Rise,  and  reign  in  endless  day ! 

Hymn  464.    8,  8,  6. 

WHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt 
come 
To  fetch  thy  ransomed  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought  ? 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace ; 

Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding  place, 

In  this  th'  accepted  day ; 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  oh,  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear ; 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found, 
Whene'er  th'  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face ; 


HYMN  465.  569 

Then  loudest  of  the  crowd  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 
With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

Hymn  465.   6,  4. 

(^  LORY  to  God  on  high  ! 
f  Let  earth  and  skies  reply, 
Praise  ye  his  name ; 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore : 
Sing  loud  for  evermore, 
Worthy  the  Lamb. 

Jesus  our  Lord  and  God, 
Bore  sin's  tremendous  load, 

Praise  ye  his  name  ; 
Tell  what  his  arm  hath  done, 
What  spoils  from  death  he  won : 
Sing  his  great  name  alone, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 
While  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name ; 
Those  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  their  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  fame  abroad, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 
Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race, 
Our  holy  Lord  to  bless ; 

Praise  ye  his  name ; 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 
What  though  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  we  shall  never  cease 

Praising  his  name : 
3b2 


570  HYMN  486,  467 

To  him  our  songs  we  bring, 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King, 
And  without  ceasing  sing, 
Worthy  the  Lamb. 

6  Then  let  the  hosts  above, 
In  realms  of  endless  love, 

Praise  his  dear  name : 
To  him  ascribed  be 
Honour  and  majesty, 
Through  all  eternity ; 

Worthy  the  Lamb. 

Hymn  466.    8's. 

THIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 
Our  faithful  unchangeable  friend  ; 
Whose  love  is  as  large  as  his  power, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end : 

2  'Tis  Jesus  the  first  and  the  last, 

Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that 's  to  come. 

Hymn  467.    7's. 

SWELL  the  anthem,  raise  the  song ; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong ; 
Saints  and  angels  join  to  sing, 
Praise  to  heaven's  Almighty  King. 

2  Blessings  from  his  liberal  hand, 
Pour  around  this  happy  land ; 
Let  our  hearts  beneath  his  sway, 
Hail  the  bright,  triumphant  day. 

3  Now  to  thee  our  joys  ascend, 
Thou  hast  been  our  heavenly  friend  : 
Guarded  by  thy  mighty  power, 
Peace  and  freedom  bless  our  shore. 


HYMN  468.  57] 

Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
May  we  cheerfully  obey  ; 
Never  feel  a  tyrant's  rod, 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  nature  sings, 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings ; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  heavenly  notes  prolong. 

Hymn  468.    CM. 

LO !  I  behold  the  scattering  shades, 
The  dawn  of  heaven  appears  ; 
The  sweet,  immortal  morning  spreads 
Its  blushes  round  the  spheres. 

I  see  the  Lord  of  glory  come, 

And  flaming  guards  around; 
The  skies  divide  to  make  him  room, 

The  trumpet  shakes  the  ground. 

I  hear  the  voice,  "  Ye  dead,  arise !" 

And  lo,  the  graves  obey ; 
The  waking  saints,  with  joyful  eyes, 

Salute  th'  expected  day. 

They  leave  the  dust,  and  on  the  wing, 

Rise  on  the  midway  air ; 
In  shining  garments  meet  their  King, 

And  low  adore  him  there. 

Oh,  may  our  humble  spirits  stand 

Among  them,  clothed  in  white ! 
The  meanest  place  at  his  right  hand 

Is  infinite  delight. 

How  will  our  joy  and  wonder  rise, 

When  our  returning  King 
Shall  bear  us  homeward  through  the  skies, 

On  love's  triumphant  wing  ! 


572  HYMN  469,  470. 

Hymn  469.    L.  M. 
"VJtTHAT  scenes  of  horror  and  of  dread, 

*  *     Await  the  sinner's  dying  bed ! 
Death's  terrors  all  appear  in  sight, 
Presages  of  eternal  night. 

2  His  sins  in  dreadful  order  rise, 
And  fill  his  soul  with  sad  surprise ; 
Mount  Sinai's  thunder  stuns  his  ears, 
And  not  one  ray  of  hope  appears. 

3  Not  so  the  heir  of  heavenly  bliss ; 
His  soul  is  filled  with  conscious  peace; 
A  steady  faith  subdues  his  fear ; 

He  sees  the  happy  Canaan  near. 

4  His  mind  is  tranquil  and  serene ; 
No  terrors  in  his  looks  are  seen; 

His  Saviour's  smile  dispels  the  gloom, 
And  smooths  his  passage  to  the  tomb. 

5  Lord,  make  my  faith  and  love  sincere ; 
My  judgment  sound,  my  conscience  clear ; 
And  when  the  toils  of  life  are  past, 

May  I  be  found  in  peace  at  last. 

Hymn  470.    L.  M. 

WHILE  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand, 
And  view  the  scene  on  either  hand, 
My  spirit  struggles  with  the  clay, 
And  longs  to  wing  its  flight  away. 

2  Come,  ye  angelic  guardians,  come, 
And  lead  the  willing  pilgrim  home ; 
Ye  know  the  way  to  Jesus'  throne, 
Source  of  my  joys,  and  of  your  own. 

3  The  blissful  interview,  how  sweet ! 
To  fall  transported  at  his  feet ; 
Raised  in  his  arms  to  view  his  face, 
Through  the  full  beamings  of  his  grace. 


HYMN  471,  472.  573 

4  Yet,  with  these  prospects  full  in  sight, 
I'll  wait  thy  signal  for  my  flight ; 
For,  while  thy  service  I  pursue, 
I  find  my  heaven  begun  below. 

Hymn  471.    CM. 

SOVEREIGN  of  life,  I  own  thy  hand 
In  every  chastening  stroke ; 
And  while  I  smart  beneath  thy  rod, 
Thy  presence  I  invoke. 

2  To  thee  in  my  distress  I  cried, 

And  thou  hast  bowed  thine  ear ; 
Thy  powerful  word  my  life  prolonged, 
And  brought  salvation  near. 

3  Unfold,  ye  gates  of  righteousness, 

That,  with  the  pious  throng, 
I  may  record  my  solemn  vows, 
And  tune  my  grateful  song. 

4  Praise  to  the  Lord,  whose  gentle  hand 

Renews  our  labouring  breath ; 
Praise  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  his  saints 
Triumphant  e'en  in  death. 

5  My  God,  in  thine  appointed  hour, 

Those  heavenly  gates  display, 
Where  pain  and  sin,  and  fear  and  death, 
For  ever  flee  away. 

6  There,  while  the  nations  of  the  blest, 

With  raptures  bow  around, 
My  anthems  to  delivering  grace, 
In  sweeter  strains  shall  sound. 
Hymn  472.    C.  M. 

SEE,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne, 
Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 
'Tis  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone, 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 


574  HYMN  473. 

2  Tremendous  judgments  from  thy  hand, 

Thy  dreadful  power  display  ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray. 

3  What  numerous  crimes  increasing  rise, 

Through  this  apostate  land  ! 
What  land  so  favoured  of  the  skies, 
Yet  thoughtless  of  thy  hand  ? 

4  How  changed,  alas !  are  truths  divine, 

For  error,  guilt,  and  shame  ! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name  ! 

5  Regardless  of  thy  smile  or  frown, 

Their  pleasures  they  require ; 
And  sink  with  gay  indifference  down 
To  everlasting  fire. 

6  Oh,  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

By  rich  and  sovereign  grace : 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

7  Then  should  insulting  foes  invade, 

We  shall  not  sink  in  fear ; 
Secure  of  never-failing  aid, 
If  God,  our  God  is  near. 

Hymn  473.   L.  M. 

ALMIGHTY  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
To  thee  let  songs  of  gladness  rise; 
Each  grateful  heart  its  tribute  bring, 
And  every  voice  thy  goodness  sing. 

2  From  thee  our  choicest  blessings  flow, 

Life,  health,  and  strength  thy  hands  bestow; 
The  daily  good  thy  creatures  share, 
Springs  from  thy  providential  care. 


HYMN  474.  575 

The  rich  profusion  nature  yields, 
The  harvest  waving  o'er  the  fields, 
The  cheering  light,  refreshing  shower, 
Are  gifts  from  thy  exhaustless  store. 

At  thy  command  the  vernal  bloom 
Revives  the  world  from  winter's  gloom ; 
The  summer's  heat  the  fruit  matures, 
And  autumn  all  her  treasures  pours. 

From  thee  proceed  domestic  ties, 
Connubial  bliss,  parental  joys ; 
On  thy  support  the  nations  stand, 
Obedient  to  thy  high  command. 

Let  every  power  of  heart  and  tongue, 
Unite  to  swell  the  grateful  song ; 
While  age  and  youth  in  chorus  join, 
And  praise  the  majesty  divine. 

Hymn  474.    6,  8. 
4  WAKE,  our  drowsy  souls, 
-*-   Shake  off  each  slothful  band  ; 
The  wonders  of  this  day 
Our  noblest  songs  demand  : 
Auspicious  morn !  thy  blissful  rays, 
Bright  seraphs  hail,  in  songs  of  praise. 

At  thy  approaching  dawn, 

Reluctant  death  resigned 

The  glorious  Prince  of  life, 

In  dark  domains  confined : 
Th'  angelic  host  around  him  bends, 
And  'midst  their  shouts,  the  God  ascends 

All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 
Heaven  with  hosannas  rings ; 
While  earth,  in  humble  strains, 
Thy  praise  responsive  sings  : 


576  HYMN  475. 

Worthy  art  thou,  who  once  wast  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign. 

4  Gird  on,  great  God,  thy  sword, 
Ascend  thy  conquering  car, 
While  justice,  truth,  and  love 
Maintain  the  glorious  war : 

Victorious,  thou  thy  foes  shalt  tread ! 
And  sin  and  hell  in  triumph  lead. 

5  Make  bare  thy  potent  arm, 
And  wing  th'  unerring  dart, 
With  salutary  pangs, 

To  each  rebellious  heart ; 
Then  dying  souls  for  life  shall  sue, 
Numerous  as  drops  of  morning  dew. 


B 


Hymn  475.    10's  &  ll's. 
EGONE,  unbelief!  my  Saviour  is  near, 


And  for  my  relief,  will  surely  appear 

By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform; 

With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Though   dark   be  my  way,  since  he  is  my 

guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide : 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all 

fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken,  shall  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love,  in  time  past,  forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink ; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer,  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  help  me  quite 

through. 

4  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  and  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain  ? — he  told  me  no  less  : 


G 


HYMN  476,  477.  577 

The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tribulation,  must  follow  their 

Lord. 
Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine  food  : 
Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  before 

long, 
And   then,  O  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's 

song ! 

Hymn  476.    L.  M. 
REAT  God,  we  view  thy  chastening  hand, 
That  turns  to  brass  our  fertile  land ; 
Thy  clouds  withhold  their  rich  supplies, 
And  parched  nature  faints  and  dies. 
Revive  our  withering  fields  with  rain, 
Let  fruitful  showers  descend  again  ; 
On  thee,  alone,  our  hopes  rely, 
Lord,  hear  our  humble,  earnest  cry. 
Then  shall  the  withering  corn  arise, 
And  wave  its  homage  to  the  skies ; 
And  with  loud  praises  we  will  own, 
Our  hopes  depend  on  thee  alone. 

Hymn  477.   CM. 

THROUGH  all  the  downward  tracts  of 
time, 
God's  watchful  eye  surveys  ; 
O !  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot, 

And  regulate  our  ways  ? 
I  cannot  doubt  his  bounteous  love, 

Unmeasurably  kind ; 
To  his  unerring,  gracious  will, 

Be  every  wish  resigned. 
Good  when  he  gives,  supremely  good, 
Nor  less,  when  he  denies  ; 
3c 


578  HYMN  478,  479. 

E'en  crosses  from  his  sovereign  hand, 

Are  blessings  in  disguise. 
4  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  divine, 

My  God,  inscribe  my  name; 
There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place, 

Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 

Hymn  478.   8,7,4. 

COME,  thou  soul-transforming  Spirit, 
Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed : 
Let  each  heart  thy  grace  inherit, 
Raise  the  weak,  the  hungry  feed  : 

From  the  gospel 
Now  supply  thy  people's  need. 
2  O  may  all  enjoy  the  blessing, 

Which  thy  words  design  to  give  ; 
Let  us  all,  thy  love  possessing 
Joyfully  the  truth  receive ; 

And  for  ever 
To  thy  praise  and  glory  live. 

Hymn  479.   L.  M. 

AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee, 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  great ; 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness,  O  how  strong ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud, 


HYMN  480.  579 

He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving-kindness,  O  how  good ! 

Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  oft  have  him  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail; 
O !  may  my  last  expiring  breath, 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death ! 

Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away, 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

Hymn  480.   C.  M. 

WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pains, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love : 
Sweet  to  look  upward,  to  the  place 

Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 

Eternal  joys  my  own. 

Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid ; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood 

My  debt  of  suffering  paid. 

Sweet  in  his  righteousness  to  stand, 
Which  saves  from  second  death ; 


580  HYMN  481. 

Sweet  to  experience,  day  by  day, 
His  Spirit's  quickening  breath. 

6  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 
Sweet  on  his  covenant  of  grace, 
For  all  things  to  depend. 

7  Sweet  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

8  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 

What  must  the  fountain  be ; 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Immediately  from  thee ! 

Hymn  481.   L.  M. 

COME,  ye  who  know  the  Saviour's  love, 
And  his  indulgent  mercies  prove : 
In  cheerful  songs  his  praise  express, 
For  he'll  not  leave  you  comfortless. 

2  He  ever  acts  the  Saviour's  part, 
With  strong  compassions  in  his  heart ; 
The  least  and  weakest  saint  he'll  bless, 
Nor  will  he  leave  him  comfortless. 

3  His  wisdom,  goodness,  power,  and  care, 
They  largely,  sweetly,  daily  share ; 

He  will  their  every  fear  suppress, 
Nor  will  he  leave  them  comfortless. 

4  While  they  sojourners  are  below, 
And  travel  through  this  world  of  woe, 
In  storms  and  floods  of  deep  distress, 
He  will  not  leave  them  comfortless. 

5  So  when  they  pass  death's  gloomy  vale, 
And  flesh  and  strength  together  fail, 


HYMN  482.  581 

Their  dying  lips  shall  then  confess, 
He  does  not  leave  them  comfortless. 

6  When  they  at  last  shall  meet  above, 
In  the  blest  world  of  joy  and  love, 
Their  raptured  songs  will  then  express, 
He  has  not  left  them  comfortless. 

7  Thanks  to  thy  name,  our  dearest  Lord, 
For  every  promise  in  thy  word ; 

But,  O,  with  this  our  hearts  impress, 
"  I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless." 

Hymn  482.    C.  M. 

JESUS,  how  bright  his  glory  shines, 
In  all  his  works  above ; 
On  earth  his  kind  and  wise  designs 
His  church  and  people  love. 

2  He  plans  the  temple  of  the  Lord, 

And  all  the  building  rears ; 
And  be  his  holy  name  adored, 
He  all  the  glory  bears. 

3  The  vast  materials,  lo  !  he  forms, 

Nor  love  nor  power  he  spares ; 
He  guards  the  building  from  all  harms, 
And  all  the  glory  bears. 

4  In  this  blest  building,  may  my  soul 

A  living  stone  appear ; 
And  he,  the  builder  of  the  whole, 
Shall  all  the  glory  bear. 

5  No, — not  a  stone  shall  be  removed, 

Which  his  dear  hand  has  laid ; 
Throughout  the  whole  his  glory  showed, 
And  all  his  grace  displayed. 

6  When  he  the  topmost  stone  shall  bring 

To  heaven,  to  see  him  there, 
3c2 


582  HYMN  483,  484. 

We  shall  the  builder's  praises  sing, 
And  he  the  glory  bear. 

Hymn  483.    L.  M. 

WHY  droops  my  soul  with  grief  opprest  ? 
Why  these  wild  tumults  in  my  breast  ? 
Is  there  no  balm  to  heal  my  wound  ? 
No  kind  physician  to  be  found  ? 

2  Yes,  in  the  gospel's  faithful  lines, 
Jehovah's  boundless  mercy  shines ; 
There,  drest  in  love,  the  Saviour  stands, 
With  pitying  heart,  and  bleeding  hands ! 

3  Raise  to  the  cross  thy  weeping  eyes ; 
Behold  the  Prince  of  Glory  dies  ! 
He  dies,  extended  on  the  tree, 
Thence  sheds  a  sovereign  balm  for  me. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Here  to  receive  a  cure  or  die ! 
But  grace  forbids  that  painful  fear, 
Infinite  grace,  which  triumphs  here ! 

5  Dear  Lord,  extract  this  poisoned  dart, 
Bind  up  and  heal  my  broken  heart ; 
With  blooming  health  my  face  adorn, 
And  change  my  gloomy  night  to  morn. 

6  Expand,  my  soul,  with  holy  joy, 
Hosannas  be  thy  best  employ ; 
Salvation  thy  eternal  theme, 

And  swell  the  song  with  Jesus'  name. 

Hymn  484.    L.  M. 

WHERE  is  my  Gcd  ?  does  he  retire 
Beyond  the  reach  of  humble  sighs  ? 
Are  these  weak  breathings  of  desire, 
Too  languid  to  ascend  the  skies  ? 


HYMN  485.  583 

No,  Lord  !  my  breathings  of  desire, 

My  weak  petitions,  if  sincere, 
Are  not  forbidden  to  aspire, 

But  reach  to  thy  all-gracious  ear. 

Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye, 
See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands : 

The  glorious  Advocate  on  high, 

With  precious  incense  in  his  hands. 

He  smiles  on  every  humble  groan, 
He  recommends  each  broken  prayer ; 

Recline  thy  hope  on  him  alone, 

Whose  power  and  love  forbid  despair. 

Teach  my  weak  heart,  O  gracious  Lord, 
With  stronger  faith  to  call  thee  mine ; 

Bid  me  pronounce  the  blissful  word, 
My  Father,  God,  with  joy  divine. 

Hymn  485.    L.  M. 

GREAT  God  of  glory,  show  thy  face, 
And  crown  our  efforts  with  thy  grace ; 
In  heathen  lands  thy  gospel  bless, 
And  here  secure  its  large  increase. 

Let  Jews  and  Gentiles,  bond  and  free, 
Embrace  salvation,  Lord,  by  thee ; 
While  those  who  now  in  darkness  dwell, 
Deliverance  sing  from  guilt  and  hell. 

Millions  behold,  on  heathen  ground, 
Who  never  heard  the  gospel's  sound ; 
Oh,  send  it  forth,  and  let  it  run, 
Swift  and  reviving  as  the  sun. 

Oh,  look  on  those,  who  stand  to  tell 
The  way  that  leads  from  death  and  hell : 
Guide  thou  their  lips,  their  hearts  unite ; 
Teach  them  to  act  as  in  thy  sight. 


584  HYMN  486,  487. 

5  To  those  who  give,  do  thou  impart, 
A  generous,  wise,  and  tender  heart ; 
Lord,  crown  their  zeal,  reward  their  care, 
That  in  thy  grace  they  all  may  share. 

6  Let  many  stand  around  thy  throne, 
From  different  climes ; — let  many  own, 
The  banner  of  the  cross  unfurled, 
Has  saved  from  hell  a  ruined  world. 

Hymn  486.    C.  M. 

PEACE,  'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand, 
That  blasts  our  joys  in  death ; 
Changes  the  visage  once  so  dear, 
And  gathers  back  our  breath. 

2  'Tis  he,  the  Potentate  supreme 

Of  all  the  worlds  above, 
Whose  steady  counsels  wisely  rule, 
Nor  from  their  purpose  move. 

3  'Tis  he,  whose  justice  might  demand 

Our  souls  a  sacrifice, 
Yet  scatters,  with  unwearied  hand, 
A  thousand  rich  supplies. 

4  Our  covenant  God  and  Father,  he, 

In  Christ,  our  bleeding  Lord  : 
Whose  grace  can  heal  the  bursting  heart, 
With  one  reviving  word. 

5  Silent  we  own  Jehovah's  name ; 

We  kiss  his  scourging  hand  : 
And  yield  our  comforts,  and  our  life, 
To  his  supreme  command. 
Hymn  487.   S.  M. 

PREPARE  a  thankful  song, 
To  the  Redeemer's  name ; 
Let  his  high  praise  employ  each  tongue, 
And  every  heart  inflame  ! 


HYMN  488.  585 

He  laid  his  glory  by, 

And  bitter  pains  endured : 
That  sinners  of  the  deepest  die, 

From  wrath  might  be  secured. 

Stretched  on  the  cross  he  died, 

Our  debt  of  sin  to  pay ; 
The  blood  and  water  from  his  side, 

Wash  guilt  and  filth  away. 

Pleading  for  us  he  stands, 

Before  the  Father's  throne ; 
And  answers  all  the  law's  demands, 

With  what  himself  hath  done. 

The  Holy  Ghost  he  sends, 

Our  stubborn  souls  to  move ; 
To  make  his  enemies  his  friends, 

And  conquer  them  by  love. 

Assured  that  Christ  our  King, 

Will  put  our  foes  to  flight ; 
We,  on  the  field  of  battle,  sing, 

And  triumph  while  we  fight. 

Hymn  488.    S.  M. 

ALMIGHTY  Maker  God ! 
How  wondrous  is  thy  name! 
Thy  glories  how  diffused  abroad 
Through  the  creation's  frame. 

Nature  in  every  dress 

Her  humble  homage  pays : 
And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t'  express 

Thine  undissembled  praise. 

My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 

To  her  Creator  too  ; 
Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 

And  pay  the  worship  due. 


586  HYMN  489,  490. 

4  Create  my  soul  anew, 

Else  all  my  worship  's  vain ; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  true, 
Until  'tis  formed  again. 

5  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 

The  remnant  of  my  days, 
And  to  my  God,  my  soul,  ascend 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 

Hymn  489.    L.  M. 

LOOK  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie ; 

Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 

And  scatters  slaughtered  heaps  around. 
2  And  can  these  mouldering  corpses  live  ? 

And  can  these  perished  bones  revive  ? 

That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known ; 

That  wondrous  work  is  all  thy  own. 
5  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain, 

To  prophesy  upon  the  slain ; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 

Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 
[  But  if  thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death : 

Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice ; 

They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice. 
►  So  when  thy  trumpet's  awful  sound 

Shall  shake  the  heavens  and  rend  the  ground, 

Dead  saints  shall  from  their  tombs  arise, 

And  spring  to  life  beyond  the  skies. 

Hymn  490.   L.  M. 

BRETHREN,  beloved  for  Jesus'  sake, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  he  alone  can  give ! 


HYMN  491.  587 

2  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above, 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love ! 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 
When  thus  we  meet  to  pray  and  praise ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

And  tell  the  wonders  of  his  grace. 

4  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 
His  suffering  and  his  dying  love, 
The  path  he  marked  for  us  to  tread, 
And  how  he  triumphs  now  above. 

5  Thus  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 
Then  hasten  on,  the  glorious  day, 
When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

Hymn  491.    CM. 

HOW  happy  they  who  know  the  Lord, 
With  whom  he  deigns  to  dwell ! 
He  feeds  and  cheers  them  by  his  word, 
His  arm  supports  them  well. 

2  Wandering  in  sin,  our  souls  he  found, 

And  bade  us  seek  his  face ; 
Gave  us  to  hear  the  gospel  sound, 
And  taste  the  gospel  grace. 

3  His  presence  sweetens  all  our  cares, 

And  makes  our  burdens  light ; 
A  word  from  him  dispels  our  fears, 
And  breaks  the  gloom  of  night. 

4  Lord,  we  expect  to  suffer  here, 

Nor  would  we  dare  repine ; 
But  give  us  still  to  find  thee  near, 
And  own  us  still  for  thine. 


588  HYMN  492,  493. 

5  Let  us  enjoy  and  highly  prize 
These  tokens  of  thy  love  ; 
Till  thou  shalt  bid  our  spirits  rise, 
To  worship  thee  above. 

Hymn  492.    S.  M. 

WITH  humble  heart  and  tongue, 
My  God,  to  thee  I  pray ; 
Oh,  make  me  learn  while  I  am  young, 
How  I  may  cleanse  my  way. 

2  Make  an  unguarded  youth 

The  object  of  thy  care ; 
Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
And  fly  from  every  snare. 

3  My  heart  to  folly  prone, 

Renew  by  power  divine ; 
Unite  it  to  thyself  alone, 
And  make  me  wholly  thine. 
1  Oh,  let  thy  word  of  grace 

My  warmest  thoughts  employ ; 
Be  this,  through  all  my  following  days, 
My  treasure  and  my  joy. 
5  To  what  thy  laws  impart, 
Be  my  whole  soul  inclined ; 
Oh,  let  them  dwell  within  my  heart, 
And  sanctify  my  mind. 
3  May  thy  young  servant  learn, 
By  these  to  cleanse  his  way ; 
And  may  I  here  the  path  discern 
That  leads  to  endless  day. 

Hymn  493.    C.  M. 

FATHER,  behold,  with  gracious  eyes, 
The  souls  before  thy  throne ! 
Who  now  present  their  sacrifice, 
And  seek  thee  in  thy  Son. 


HYMN  494.  589 

Well  pleased  in  him  thyself  declare, 

Thy  pardoning  love  reveal; 
The  peaceful  answer  of  our  prayer 

To  every  conscience  seal. 

On  me,  on  all,  some  gift  bestow ; 

Some  blessing  now  impart ; 
The  seed  of  life  eternal  sow, 

In  every  waiting  heart. 

Thy  loving,  powerful  Spirit  shed, 

And  speak  our  sins  forgiven  ; 
And  haste  throughout  the  lump  to  spread 

The  sanctifying  leaven. 

Refresh  us  with  a  ceaseless  shower 

Of  graces  from  above, 
Till  all  receive  the  heart-felt  power 

Of  everlasting  love. 

Kindle  the  flame  of  love  within, 

Which  may  to  heaven  ascend; 
And  now  the  work  of  grace  begin, 

Which  shall  in  glory  end. 

Hymn  494.    CM. 

OFOR  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free ! 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  shed  for  me ! 

A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek ; 

My  great  Redeemer's  throne ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak ; 

Where  Jesus  reigns  alone ! 

A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Holy,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good — 

A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine ! 
3d 


590  HYMN  495,  496. 

Hymn  495.    L.  M. 

THY  piercing  eye,  O  God,  surveys 
The  various  windings  of  our  ways  : 
Teach  us  their  tendency  to  know, 
And  judge  the  paths  in  which  we  go. 

2  How  wild,  how  crooked  have  they  been  ! 
A  maze  of  foolishness  and  sin  ! 

With  all  the  light  we  vainly  boast, 
Leaving  our  guide,  our  souls  are  lost. 

3  Had  not  thy  mercy  been  our  aid, 
So  fatally  our  feet  had  strayed, 
Stern  justice  had  its  prisoners  led 
Down  to  the  chambers  of  the  dead. 

4  O  turn  us  back  to  thee  again, 

Or  we  shall  search  our  ways  in  vain  ; 
Shine,  and  the  path  of  life  reveal, 
And  bear  us  on  to  Zion's  hill. 

5  Roll  on,  ye  swift  revolving  years, 
And  end  this  round  of  sins  and  cares ; 
No  more  a  wanderer  would  I  roam, 
But  near  my  Father  fix  at  home. 

Hymn  496.    C.  M. 

LET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 
And  take  the  alarm  they  give ; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God, 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 

2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands  ; 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 
And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  Thev  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego 
For  souls,  which  must  for  ever  live 
In  raptures,  or  in  woe. 


HYMN  497,  498.  591 

All  to  the  great  tribunal  haste, 

Th'  account  to  render  there  ; 
And  shouldst  thou  strictly  mark  our  faults, 

Lord,  how  should  we  appear  ? 
May  they  that  Jesus,  whom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Redeemer  see  ; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 

That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

Hymn  497.    L.  M. 

FATHER  of  all,  whose  love  profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  thy  pardoning  love  extend ! 
Almighty  Son,  incarnate  Word, 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend ! 
Eternal  Spirit,  by  whose  breath 
The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
To  us  thy  quickening  power  extend. 
Jehovah  !  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 
Mysterious  Godhead,  Three  in  One! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend ; 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend. 

Hymn  498.    6,4. 

WE  give  immortal  praise 
To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  our  comforts  here, 
And  all  our  hopes  above  ; 
He  sent  his  own 

Eternal  Son, 
To  die  for  sins 

That  man  had  done. 


592  HYMN  499. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 

Immortal  glory  too, 
Who  saved  us  by  his  blood 
From  everlasting  woe : 
And  now  he  lives 

And  now  he  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit 
Of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit,  praise 

And  endless  worship  give, 
Whose  new-creating  power 
Makes  the  dead  sinner  live : 
His  work  completes 
The  great  design, 
And  fills  the  soul 
With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God  !  to  thee 

Be  endless  honours  done  ; 
The  sacred  Persons  Three, 
The  Godhead  only  One : 
Where  reason  fails 

With  all  her  powers, 
There  faith  prevails, 
And  love  adores. 

Hymn  499.    8,7,4. 

SINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence  O  how  tender ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love ; 
Listen  to  it — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel, 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim 


HYMN  500.  593 

To  each  rebel  sinner — "  Pardon, 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name :" 

How  important ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name. 

Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succour ; 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears ; 
And  with  news  of  consolation, 

Chase  away  the  falling  tears  : 
Tender  heralds — 

Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

False  professors,  grovelling  worldlings. 

Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 
While  the  messengers  address  you, 

Take  the  warnings  they  afford ; 
We  entreat  you 

Take  the  warnings  they  afford. 

Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  received  the  joyful  word  ? 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon 

Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord ; 
Can  you  slight  it, 

Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

Hymn  500.    7's. 

SOVEREIGN  grace  hath  power  alone, 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone ; 
And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

When  the  Lord  was  crucified, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died ; 
One,  with  v.le  blaspheming  tongue, 
Scoffed  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath, 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death  ; 
3  d2 


594  HYMN  501. 

Perished  as  too  many  do, 
With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 

4  But  the  other,  touched  with  grace, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case ; 
Faith  received  to  own  the  Lord, 
Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorred. 

5  "  Lord,"  he  prayed,  "  remember  me 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be." 

"  Soon  with  me,"  the  Lord  replies, 
"  Thou  shalt  rest  in  paradise." 

6  This  was  wondrous  grace,  indeed, 
Grace  bestowed  in  time  of  need  ! 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name, 
You  shall  find  him  still  the  same. 

Hymn  501.    7's. 

SINNER,  art  thou  still  secure  ? 
Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure, 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bared ! 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow ; 
For  his  judgments  stand  prepared  ; 
Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth,  affrighted,  hastes  to  flee ; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee? 

4  Who  his  coming  may  abide  ? 

You  that  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 

When  the  world  is  wrapped  in  flame  ? 

5  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace ! 

Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath ; 


HYMN  502,  503.  595 

And  our  soils  be  called  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 
Hymn  502.   C.  M. 

COME,  let  our  hearts  and  voices  join, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name ; 
Whose  truth  and  kindness  are  divine, 
Whose  love 's  a  constant  flame. 

When  most  we  need  his  gracious  hand, 

This  Friend  is  always  near ; 
With  heaven  and  earth  at  his  command, 

He  waits  to  answer  prayer. 
His  love  no  end  nor  measure  knows, 

No  change  can  turn  its  course ; 
Immutably  the  same  it  flows, 

From  one  eternal  source. 
When  frowns  appear  to  veil  his  face, 

And  clouds  surround  his  throne ; 
He  hides  the  purpose  of  his  grace, 

To  make  it  better  known. 
And  when  our  dearest  comforts  fall 

Before  his  sovereign  will, 
He  never  takes  away  our  all ; 

Himself,  he  gives  us  still ! 

Our  sorrows  in  the  scale  he  weighs, 

And  measures  out  our  pains ; 
The  wildest  storm  his  word  obeys, 

His  word  its  rage  restrains ! 

Hymn  503.   L.  M. 
TXTHILE  Sinai  roars,  and  round  the  earth 
*  *    Thunder,  and  fire,  and  vengeance,  flings, 
Jesus,  thy  dear  expiring  breath, 
And  Calvary,  say  gentler  things. 
Pardon,  and  grace,  and  boundless  love, 
Streaming  along  a  Saviour's  blood ; 


596  HYMN  504 

And  life,  and  joys,  and  crowns  above, 
Procured  by  our  Redeeming  God. 

3  Hark  how  he  prays,  (the  charming  sound 
Dwells  on  his  dying  lips)  'Forgive." 
And  every  groan,  and  gaping  wound 
Cries, '  Father,  let  the  rebels  live  !' 

4  Go,  you  that  rest  upon  the  law, 
And  toil,  and  seek  salvation  there ; 
Look  to  the  flames  that  Moses  saw, 
And  shrink,  and  tremble,  and  despair. 

5  But  I'll  retire  beneath  the  cross — 
Saviour,  at  thy  dear  feet  I'll  lie  ; 

And  the  keen  sword,  that  justice  draws, 
Flaming  and  red  shall  pass  me  by. 

Hymn  504.    L.  M. 

WHAT  is  our  God,  or  what  his  name, 
Nor  men  can  learn,  nor  angels  teach ; 
He  dwells  concealed  in  radiant  flame, 
Where  neither  eyes,  nor  thoughts  can  reach. 

2  The  spacious  worlds  of  heavenly  light, 
Compared  with  him,  how  short  they  fall ! 
They  are  too  dark,  and  he  too  bright ; 
Nothing  are  they,  and  God  is  all. 

3  He  spoke  the  wondrous  word,  and  lo  ! 
Creation  rose  at  his  command  ; 
Whirlwinds  and  seas  their  limits  know, 
Bound  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand. 

4  There  rests  the  earth,  there  roll  the  spheres, 
There  nature  leans,  and  feels  her  prop ; 
But  his  own  self-sufficience  bears 

The  weight  of  his  own  glories  up. 

5  The  tide  of  creatures  ebbs  and  flows, 
Measuring  their  changes  by  the  moon : 


HYMN  505.  597 

No  ebb  his  sea  of  glory  knows  ; 
His  age  is  one  eternal  noon. 
Then  fly,  my  song,  an  endless  round, 
The  lofty  tune  let  Gabriel  raise : 
All  nature  dwell  upon  the  sound  ; 
But  we  can  ne'er  fulfil  the  praise. 

Hymn  505.    8,  7. 

LORD  of  every  land  and  nation, 
Ancient  of  eternal  days  ! 
Sounded  through  the  wide  creation 
Be  thy  just  and  lawful  praise. 

For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature, — 
Grand  beyond  a  seraph's  thought ; 

For  created  works  of  power, — 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought ; 

For  thy  Providence,  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain ; 

Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow; 
Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 

But  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption, 
Dark  through  brightness  all  along ; 

Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression : 
Who  dare  sing  that  awful  song  ? 

Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 

Shall  thy  praise  unuttered  lie  ? 
Fly,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence  ! 

Sing  the  Lord,  who  came  to  die. 

Did  the  angels  sing  thy  coming  ? 

Did  the  shepherds  learn  their  lays '( 
Shame  would  cover  me  ungrateful, 

Should  my  tongue  refuse  to  praise. 

From  the  highest  throne  in  glory ! 
To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe  ! 


598  HYMN  506,  507. 

All  to  ransom  guilty  captivec ! 
Flow,  my  praise,  for  ever  flow. 
8  Go,  return,  immortal  Saviour ! 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne ; 
Thence  return,  and  reign  for  ever, 
Be  the  kingdom  all  thy  own. 
Hymn  506.    C.  M. 
"VTTHILST  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power 

*  *     Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see, 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favoured  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 
3  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gathering  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

Hymn  507.   8,7. 

HAIL  !  my  ever  blessed  Jesus, 
Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing ; 


HYMN  508.  599 

To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 
Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

2  O  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven ! 

O  what  joy  and  happiness  ! 
Love  I  much  ?  I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

3  Once  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcerned  in  sin  I  lay  : 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 
Till  my  Saviour  passed  by. 

4  Witness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness; 
Love  I  much  ?  I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

5  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir, 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above  ; 
Whilst  astonished  I  admire, 

God's  free  grace,  and  boundless  love. 

6  That  blest  moment  I  received  him, 

Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace : 
Love  I  much  ?  I've  much  forgiven, 
Y\fi  a  miracle  of  grace. 

Hymn  508.   6  L.  M. 
"VVTHEX  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 

*  *      And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  human  pain  ; 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  ought  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  virtue's  narrow  wray, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 
Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do, 


600  HYMN  509. 

Still  he  who  felt  temptation's  power 
Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  When  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And  sore  dismayed,  my  spirit  dies, 
Yet  he,  who  once  vouchsafed  to  bear 
The  sickening  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry, 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

4  When,  sorrowing,  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend  : 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me — for  a  little  while, — 

Thou,  Saviour,  seest  the  tears  I  shed, 
For  thou  didst  weep  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

5  And  O,  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict — but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed, — for  thou  hast  died  ; 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

Hymn  509.   8,7. 

ONE  there  is  above  all  others, 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  ; 
Now  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 


HYMN  510.  601 

O !  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften, 
Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love ; 

We,  alas  !  forget  too  often, 
What  a  friend  we  have  above. 

Hymn  510.   P.  M. 

REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  king, 
Your  God  and  king  adore ; 
Mortals,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
And  triumph  evermore ; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love ; 

When  he  had  purged  our  stains, 

He  took  his  seat  above ; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice. 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heaven ; 

The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given  ; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

He  all  his  foes  shall  quell ; 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy  ; 

And  every  bosom  swell 

With  pure  seraphic  joy  ; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice ; 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 
Jesus  the  Judge  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 
To  their  eternal  home  ; 
3e 


002  HYMN  511,  512. 

We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice ; 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice. 

Hymn  511.  L.  M. 

THE  mighty  frame  of  glorious  grace, 
That  brightest  monument  of  praise 
That  e'er  the  God  of  Love  designed, 
Employs  and  fills  my  labouring  mind. 

2  Begin,  my  soul,  the  heavenly  song, 
A  burden  for  an  angel's  tongue : 
When  Gabriel  sounds  these  awful  things, 
He  tunes  and  summons  all  his  strings. 

3  Proclaim  inimitable  love  : 
Jesus,  the  Lord  of  worlds  above, 
Puts  off  the  beams  of  bright  array, 
And  veils  the  God  in  mortal  clay. 

4  He,  that  distributes  crowns  and  thrones, 
Hangs  on  a  tree,  and  bleeds,  and  groans ; 
The  Prince  of  Life  resigns  his  breath ; 
The  King  of  Glory  bows  to  death. 

5  But  see  the  wonders  of  his  power ! 
He  triumphs  in  his  dying  hour : 
And,  while  by  Satan's  rage  he  fell, 
He  dashed  the  rising  hopes  of  hell. 

6  Thus  were  the  hosts  of  death  subdued, 
And  sin  was  drowned  in  Jesus  blood : 
Then  he  arose ;  he  reigns  above, 
And  conquers  sinners  by  his  love. 

Hymn  512.    P.M. 

TES,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 
The  Saviour  left  the  dead  ; 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes 
High  raised  his  conquering  head. 


HYMN  512.  603 

In  wild  dismay, 
The  guards  around, 
Fall  to  the  ground, 
And  sink  away. 

Lo !  the  angelic  bands 
Jn  full  assembly  meet, 
To  wait  his  high  commands, 
And  worship  at  his  feet ; 

Joyful  they  come, 

And  wing  their  way 

From  realms  of  day, 

To  Jesus'  tomb. 

Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 
The  joyful  news  to  bear : 
Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  air ! 

Their  anthems  say, 

"  Jesus,  who  bled, 

Hath  left  the  dead ; 

He  rose  to-day." 

Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 
Redeemed  by  him  from  hell ; 
And  send  the  echo  round 
The  globe,  on  which  you  dwell , 

Transported  cry, 

"  Jesus,  who  bled, 

Hath  left  the  dead, 

No  more  to  die." 

All  hail,  triumphant  Lord, 
Who  savest  us  with  thy  blood ! 
Wide  be  thy  name  adored, 
Thou  rising,  reigning  God ! 

With  thee  we  rise, 

With  thee  we  reign, 


604  HYMN  513,  514. 

And  empires  gain, 
Beyond  the  skies. 

Hymn  513.    L.  M. 
ORD,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
-"  Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine ; 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Here,  Lord,  my  flesh,  my  soul,  my  all, 
I  yield  to  thee  beyond  recall ; 
Accept  thine  own,  so  long  withheld, 
Accept  what  I  so  freely  yield ! 

3  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace  ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransomed  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

4  Thine  would  I  live,  thine  would  I  die, 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity ; 

The  vow  is  passed  beyond  repeal ; 
Now  will  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

5  Be  thou  the  witness  of  my  vow ; 
Angels  and  men  attest  it  too, 
That  to  thy  board  I  now  repair, 
And  seal  the  sacred  contract  there. 

6  Here  at  that  cross  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God ; 
Thee,  my  new  Master,  now  I  call, 

And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all. 

7  Do  thou  assist  a  feeble  worm, 
The  great  engagement  to  perform ; 
Thy  grace  can  full  assistance  lend, 
And  on  that  grace  I  dare  depend. 

Hymn  514.    L.  M. 
rpHUS  far  my  God  hath  led  me  on, 
-■-    And  made  his  truth  and  mercy  known ; 


HYMN  515.  605 

My  hopes  and  fears  alternate  rise, 
And  comforts  mingle  with  my  sighs. 

2  Through  this  wide  wilderness  I  roam, 
Far  distant  from  my  blissful  home ; 
Lord,  let  thy  presence  be  my  stay, 
And  guard  me  in  this  dangerous  way. 

3  Temptations  everywhere  annoy, 

And  sins  and  snares  my  peace  destroy ; 
My  earthly  joys  are  from  me  torn, 
And  oft  an  absent  God  I  mourn. 

4  My  soul  with  various  tempests  tost, 

Her  hopes  o'erturned,  her  projects  crossed, 
Sees  every  day  new  straits  attend, 
And  wonders  where  the  scene  will  end. 

5  Is  this,  dear  Lord,  that  thorny  road, 
Which  leads  us  to  the  mount  of  God  ? 
Are  these  the  toils  thy  people  know, 
While  in  this  wilderness  below  ? 

6  'Tis  even  so ;  thy  faithful  love, 
Doth  all  thy  children's  graces  prove ; 
'Tis  thus  our  pride  and  self  must  fall, 
That  Jesus  may  be  all  in  all. 

Hymn  515.    L.  M. 

SINNER,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown ! 
Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die, 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly  ! 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 
Urged  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dreams, 
Madly  attempt  the  infernal  gate, 
And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

3  Stay,  sinner,  on  the  gospel  plains ; 
Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 

3  e  2 


606  HYMN  516,  517. 

The  glories  of  his  dying  pains, 
For  ever  telling,  yet  untold ! 

Hymn  516.    L.  M. 

PRISONERS  of  sin,  and  Satan  too, 
The  Saviour  calls — he  calls  for  you : 
Ye  who  have  sold  yourselves  for  nought, 
Jesus  your  liberty  hath  bought. 

2  The  Great  Redeemer  lived  and  died ; 
The  Prince  of  Life  was  crucified ; 

He  shed  his  own  most  precious  blood, 
To  ransom  guilty  souls  for  God. 

3  He  came  to  set  the  captives  free; 
He  came  to  publish  liberty ; 

To  bind  the  broken  hearted  up 
And  give  despairing  sinners  hope. 

4  Prisoners  of  hope,  why  will  you  die  ? 
Why  from  the  only  refuge  fly  ? 
Jesus,  our  hiding  place  and  tower, 
Invites  the  guilty  and  the  poor. 

5  He  came  to  comfort  those  that  mourn ; 
He  sweetly  says  to  sinners,  turn ! 
Prisoners  of  hope,  his  voice  attend, 
Nor  slight  the  calls  of  such  a  friend. 

Hymn  517*    C.  M. 

WHEN  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past, 
And  mourns  the  present  pain, 
'Tis  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last. 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain. 

2  'Tis  not  that  murmuring  thoughts  arise, 
And  dread  a  Father's  will ; 


HYMN  518.  607 

'Tis  not  that  meek  submission  flies, 
And  would  not  suffer  still ; 

3  It  is  that  heaven-born  faith  surveys 

The  path  that  leads  to  light, 
And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise, 
And  lose  herself  in  sight. 

4  It  is  that  hope  with  ardour  glows, 

To  see  him  face  to  face, 
Whose  dying  love  no  language  knows 
Sufficient  art  to  trace. 

5  It  is  that  harassed  conscience  feels, 

The  pangs  of  struggling  sin  ; 
And  sees,  though  far,  the  hour  that  heals, 
And  ends  the  strife  within. 

6  O  let  me  wing  my  upward  flight, 

From  earth-born  woe  and  care, 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  nigh 
My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share ! 

Hymn  518.    L.  M. 
r¥^HE  hour  of  my  departure's  come ; 
-*-  I  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home. 
At  last,  O  Lord,  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run, 
The  combat 's  o'er,  the  prize  is  won ; 
And  now  my  witness  is  on  high, 
And  now  my  record 's  in  the  sky. 

3  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust ; 
I  bow  before  thee  in  the  dust ; 

And  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alone, 
I  hope  for  mercy  at  thy  throne. 

4  I  leave  the  world  without  a  tear, 
Save  for  the  friends  I  held  so  dear ; 


608  HYMN  519,  520. 

To  heal  their  sorrows,  Lord,  descend, 
And  to  the  friendless  prove  a  Friend. 

5  I  come,  I  come,  at  thy  command, 
I  yield  my  spirit  to  thy  hand ; 
Stretch  forth  thine  everlasting  arms 
And  shield  me  in  these  last  alarms. 

Hymn  519.   P.M. 

YITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame ; 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying ! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark  !  they  whisper !  angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit,  come  away." 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite  ? 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight 
Drowns  my  spirit  ?  draws  my  breath  ? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears  ! 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes — my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ! 

Lend,  lend  your  wings,  I  mount !  I  fly  ! 
O  Grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
O  Death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 

Hymn  520.    S.  M. 

OH  where  shall  rest  be  found  ? 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole : 
The  world  can  never  give, 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 


HYMN  521.  609 

2  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 

And  all  that  life  is  love. 
There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath ; 
O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 

Around  "  the  second  death !" 

3  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 

And  evermore  undone : 
Here  would  we  end  our  quest : 

Alone  are  found  in  thee, 
The  life  of  perfect  love, — the  rest 

Of  Immortality. 

Hymn  521.    L.  M. 

HASTEN,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise, 
And  stay  not  for  to-morrow's  sun ; 
The  longer  Wisdom  you  despise, 
The  harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2  Oh  hasten  mercy  to  implore, 

And  stay  not  for  to-morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er, 
Before  this  evening's  course  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  return, 

And  stay  not  for  to-morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn, 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  be  blest, 

And  stay  not  for  to-morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest, 
Before  the  morrow  is  begun. 


610  HYMN  522,  523. 

Hymn  522.    7's. 
IJEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 
■*■     I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 
Peace  and  comfort  no  where  found : 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 
Turns  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
Oh  receive  me  into  rest. 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave ; 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 
Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more, 
Every  idol  I  resign. 

3  Tell  me  not  of  gain  or  loss, 
Ease,  enjoyment,  pomp  or  power ; 
Welcome  poverty  and  cross, 
Shame,  reproach,  affliction's  hour  : 
"  Follow  me ;"  I  know  thy  voice ; 
Jesus,  Lord,  thy  steps  I  see; 
Now  I  take  thy  yoke,  by  choice, 
Light  thy  burden  now  to  me. 

Hymn  523.    P.  M. 

THOU  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  we  will 
not  deplore  thee ; 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass  the 

tomb, 
The  Saviour  has  passed  through  its  portals 

before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 
the  gloom. 


HYMN  524.  611 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — we  no  longer 

behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  path  of  the  world  by  thy 

side; 
But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to 

enfold  thee, 
And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Sinless  has 

died. 

3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  and  its  mansions 

forsaking, 

Perhaps  thy  tried  spirit  in  doubt  lingered  long; 

But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beamed  bright  on 
thy  waking, 

And  the  song  that  thou  heardst  was  the  sera- 
phim's song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  but  'twere  wrong 

to  deplore  thee, 
When  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian,  and 

guide ; 
He  gave  thee,  and  took  thee,  and   soon  will 

restore  thee, 
Where  death  has  no  sting,  since  the  Saviour 

hath  died. 

Hymn  524.   CM. 

COME  let  us  join  our  friends  above, 
That  have  obtained  the  prize  ; 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 
To  joy  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  saints  below  his  praises  sing, 

With  those  to  glory  gone ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  heaven  and  earth  are  one. 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him, 

One  church  above,  beneath  : 


612  HYMN  525. 

Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  commands  we  bow ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home, 

This  solemn  moment  fly  ; 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  soon  expect  to  die. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  be  our  constant  guide ; 

Then  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  the  cold  waves  of  death  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  heaven. 

Hymn  525.    7's. 

IN  the  sun  and  moon  and  stars 
Signs  and  wonders  there  shall  be, 
Earth  shall  quake  with  inward  wars, 
Nations  with  perplexity. 

2  Soon  shall  ocean's  hoary  deep, 
Tossed  with  stronger  tempests  rise, 
Wilder  storms  the  mountains  sweep, 
Louder  thunders  rock  the  skies. 

3  Dread  alarms  shall  shake  the  proud, 
Pale  amazement,  restless  fear ; 
And,  amid  the  thunder  cloud, 
Shall  the  Judge  of  men  appear ! 

4  But  though  from  his  awful  face, 
Heaven  shall  fade,  and  earth  shall  fly, 
Fear  not  ye,  his  chosen  race, 

Your  redemption  draweth  nigh. 


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HYMN  526,  527.  613 

Hymn  526.    8,  7,  4. 

EE  the  eternal  Judge  descending, 
View  him  seated  on  his  throne ! 
Now,  poor  sinner,  now  lamenting, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom  ; 

Trumpets  call  thee, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 

Filled  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain  ; 
While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting 

©  ■  © 

That  he  ne'er  was  born  again  : 

© 

Greatly  mourning, 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

"  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love ; 
Oh  that  I  had  sought  his  favour, 

When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move ; 
Golden  moments, 

When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move." 
Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder ! 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part ! 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart !" 
Lost  for  ever, 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart !" 

Hymn  527.   L.  M. 

npHE  day  of  wrath  that  dreadful  day, 
-*■   When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 
When,  shriveling  like  a  parched  scroll, 

The  flaming  heavens  together  roll ; 

©  ©  7 

When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead. 
3f 


614  HYMN  528,  529. 

3  O,  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day, 

When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  Thou  the  trembling  sinner's  stay, 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

Hymn  528.   C.  M. 

FAR  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day 
Those  gloomy  regions  lie, 
Where  flames  amid  the  darkness  play, 
The  worm  shall  never  die. 

2  The  breath  of  God — his  angry  breath 

Supplies  and  fans  the  fire ; 
There  sinners  taste  the  second  death, 
And  would,  but  can't  expire. 

3  Conscience,  the  never  dying  worm, 

With  torture  gnaws  the  heart ; 
And  woe  and  wrath  in  every  form, 
Is  now  the  sinner's  part ! 

4  Sad  world  indeed  !  ah,  who  can  bear 

For  ever  there  to  dwell  ? 
For  ever  sinking  in  despair, 
In  all  the  pains  of  hell ! 

Hymn  529.   8's. 

"\7"E  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne, 
-■-   And  view  my  Immanuel's  face, 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known ; 

Tune,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise : 
He  formed  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good ; 
While  others  sunk  down  in  despair, 

Confirmed  by  his  power,  ye  stood. 
2  Ye  saints,  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet, 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 

And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat : 


HYMN  530.  615 

He  snatched  you  from  hell  and  the  grave, 
He  ransomed  from  death  and  despair ; 

For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, 
Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

3  O,  when  will  the  period  appear, 

When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song  ? 
I'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong ! 
I'm  fettered  and  chained  up  in  clay ; 

I  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free ; 
I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 

My  God  and  my  Saviour  to  see ! 

4  I  want  to  put  on  my  attire, 

Washed  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 
I  want  to  be  one  of  your  choir, 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name : 
I  want — oh  I  want  to  be  there, 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu, 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share, 

To  wonder  and  worship  with  you. 

Hymn  530.    C.  M. 

EARTH  has  engrossed  my  love  too  long, 
'Tis  time  to  lift  mine  eyes, 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  thy  throne, 
And  to  my  native  skies. 

2  There  the  blest  man,  my  Saviour,  sits ; 

The  God,  how  bright  he  shines ! 
And  scatters  infinite  delights, 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

3  Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around  ; 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains, 
With  an  immortal  sound. 


616  HYMN  530. 

4  Jesus  the  Lord  their  harps  employs ; 

Jesus,  thy  love  they  sing : 
Jesus,  the  life  of  all  our  joys, 
Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

5  Hark,  how  beyond  the  narrow  bounds, 

Of  time  and  space  they  run ! 
And  echo  in  majestic  sounds, 
The  Godhead  of  the  Son. 

6  And  now  they  sink  the  lofty  tune, 

And  gentler  notes  they  play ; 
And  bring  the  Father's  equal  down, 
To  dwell  in  humble  clay. 

7  O  sacred  beauties  of  the  man ! 

The  God  resides  within ; 
His  flesh  all  pure,  without  a  stain, 
His  soul  without  a  sin. 

8  But  when  to  Calvary  they  turn, 

Silent  their  harps  abide ; 
Suspended  songs  a  moment  mourn 
The  God  that  loved,  and  died. 

9  Then,  all  at  once,  to  living  strains 

They  summon  every  chord ; 
Tell  how  he  triumphed  o'er  his  pains, 
And  chant  the  rising  Lord. 

10  Now  let  me  mount  to  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too ; 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, 
Here 's  joyful  work  for  you- 

111  would  begin  the  music  here, 
And  so  my  soul  should  rise ; 
O,  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  skies. 

12  Where  ye  that  love  my  Saviour  sit, 
There  I  would  fain  have  place ; 


HYMN  531. 

Among  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet, 
So  I  might  see  his  face. 

Hymn  531.    7's. 
TTIGH  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 
■■--■-  Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above; 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Immanuel's  love  : 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 

Torturing  pain,  and  heavy  woe. 
Oft  the  big  unbidden  tear, 

Stealing  down  the  furrowed  cheek, 
Told,  in  eloquence  sincere, 

Tales  of  woe  they  could  not  speak : 
But  these  days  of  weeping  o'er, 

Past  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 
They  shall  feel  distress  no  more, 

Never — never  weep  again. 
Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

Mid  the  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark — their  songs  melodious  rise, 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love  ! 
Happy  spirits  !  ye  are  fled, 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find  ; 
Lulled  to  rest  the  aching  head, 

Soothed  the  anguish  of  the  mind. 
All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturbed  repose — 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene, 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows  ! 
Every  tear  is  wiped  away, 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast, 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 

Sorrow,  in  eternal  rest. 
3f2 


617 


(618) 

DOXOLOGIES. 

CM. 

"VTOW  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
-L^    And  Spirit  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

CM. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 
Who  calls  our  souls  from  death : 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  Word, 
And  new-creating  Breath. 

2  To  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

L.  M. 

HHO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
-*-    And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

S.  M. 

GIVE  to  the  Father  praise, 
Give  glory  to  the  Son, 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honour  done. 

Vs. 

SING  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


DOXOLOGIES.  619 

P.M. 

HHO  God  the  Father's  throne 
-■-    Perpetual  honours  raise ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 

To  God  the  Spirit  praise : 
And  while  our  lips  their  tribute  bring, 
Our  faith  adores  the  name  we  sing. 

P.M. 

TO  Him  that  chose  us  first, 
Before  the  world  began ; 
To  Him  that  bore  the  curse, 

To  save  rebellious  man : 
To  Him  that  formed  our  hearts  anew, 
Is  endless  praise  and  glory  due. 

The  Father's  love  shall  run 

Through  our  immortal  son^s ; 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son 

Hosannas  on  our  tongues : 
Our  lips  address  the  Spirit's  name 
With  equal  praise,  and  zeal  the  same. 

Let  every  saint  above, 

And  angel  round  the  throne, 
For  ever  bless  and  love 

The  sacred  Three  in  One : 
Thus  heaven  shall  raise  his  honours  high, 
When  earth  and  time  grow  old  and  die. 

P.M. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  power  and  glory  given, 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 


620  DOXOLOGIES. 

L.  M. 

HAIL,  Father !  hail,  eternal  Son  ! 
Hail,  sacred  Spirit !  Three  in  One ! 
Blessing  and  thanks,  and  power  divine, 
Thrice  holy  Lord,  be  ever  thine : 

P.M. 

SING  Hallelujah  !  praise  the  Lord  ! 
Sing  with  a  cheerful  voice ; 
Exalt  our  God  with  one  accord, 

And  in  his  name  rejoice : 
Ne'er  cease  to  sing,  thou  ransomed  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 
Until  in  realms  of  endless  light, 
Your  praises  shall  unite. 

2  There  we  to  all  eternity 

Shall  join  the  angelic  lays  ; 
And  sing  in  perfect  harmony 

To  God  our  Saviour's  praise ; 
"  He  hath  redeemed  us  by  his  blood, 
And  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
For  us,  for  us  the  Lamb  was  slain." 

Praise  ye  the  Lord !  Amen. 

S.  M. 

TO  the  Eternal  Three, 
In  will  and  essence  One  ; 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Co-equal  honours  done. 

L.  M. 

BLEST  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 
To  whose  celestial  source  we  owe 
Rivers  of  endless  joys  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 


DOXOLOGIES.  621 

Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  God, 

From  whose  dear  wounded  body  rolls 

A  precious  stream  of  vital  blood, 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  souls. 

We  give  thee,  sacred  Spirit,  praise, 
Who  in  our  hearts  of  sin  and  woe 

Makes  living  springs  of  grace  arise, 
And  into  boundless  glory  flow. 

Thus  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Spirit,  we  adore ; 
That  sea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 

Without  a  bottom  or  a  shore. 

CHORUS. 

GLORY,  honour,  praise,  and  power, 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever ; 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer. 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
Praise  the  Lord. 


INDEX, 


OR  TABLE  TO  FIND  A  PSALM  OR  HYMN  SUITED  TO 
PARTICULAR  SUBJECTS  OR  OCCASIONS. 


The  figures  refer  to  the  number  of  the  Psalms  and  Hymns. 


jJBRAHAM  offering  his 
son  h.  64. 

His  blessing  on  the  Gen- 
tiles h.  55,  56. 
Absence  from  God  for  ever, 

intolerable  h.  157. 
Access  to  God  h.  S45. 
Adam,  the  first   and   second 
h.  60. 
Their  dominion  p.  8. 
Adoption  h.  64. 
Advocate,  Christ  an  h.  77. 
Afflicted,  God    their    refuge 
p.  28. 
Pity  to  them  p.  35,  41. 
Supported  p.  55,  145, 146. 
Their  prayer  p.  102,  143. 
Saints    happy    p.    73,    94, 
119,  part  14th. 
Afflictions,  controlled  by  Pro- 
vidence h.  36. 
Hope  in  them  p.  13, 42,77. 
Support  under  them,  and 
profit  from  them  p.  119, 
part  14th. 
Instruction  by  them  p.  1 1 9, 

part  18th. 
Courage  in   them  p.  119, 

part  17th.  h.  475. 
Sanctified  p.  94,  119,  part 

18th. 
Removed  bv  prayer  p.  34, 
107. 


Submission    to    them    39, 

123,  131.  h.  3,329. 
In  mind  and  body  p.  143. 
Trying  our  graces  p.  66, 

119,  part  17th. 
Without  rejection,  p.  89. 
Of  saints  and  sinners  dif- 
ferent p.  94. 
Gentile  p.  103. 
Moderated  p.  125. 
Very  great  p.  77, 102, 143. 
The  lot  of  man  in  this  life 
h.  329. 
Aged  saint's   reflection   and 

hope  p.  71. 
All-seeing  God  p.  139. 
Almost  christian  n.  185. 
Angels,  guardian  p.  34,  91. 
All  subject  to  Christ  89, 

97. 
Praise  the  Lord  p.  103. 
Apostle'' s  commission  h.  63. 
Appeal  to  God  against  per- 
secutors p.  7. 
Concerning  our   sincerity 

r.  139. 
Concerning   our   humility 
p.  131. 
Ascension  of  Christ  p.  24,  47, 

68,  110. 
Assistance  from  God  p.  138, 

144. 
Assurance  of  heaven  h.  17. 
623 


624 


INDEX. 


Atheism,  practical  p.  12,  14, 
36. 
Punished  p.  10. 
Atonement  of  Christ  h.  363, 

386,  409,  410. 
Attributes  of  God  p.  36,  111, 

145,  147. 
Authority  from  God  p.  75,  82. 

B. 
Backsliding  soul  in  distress 
h.  324,  433. 
And  desertion  p.  25. 
Restored  p.  51. 
Pardoned  p.  78,  130. 
Backslidings  and  returns,  h. 
93,  324. 
Lamented    h.    340,    341, 

454. 
Feared  h.  452. 
Balm  of  Gilead  h.  483. 
Baptism  h.  24. 

Children  devoted  to  God 
therein  h.  351. 
Barren  fig-tree  h.  236. 
Beatitudes  h.  47. 
Bethel,   prayer   to    the   God 

of  h.  237. 
Blessedness  of  gospel  times 
h.  7. 
Of  those  who  die   in   the 

Lord,  h.  13. 
Of  the  righteous  as  distin- 
guished from  the  wicked 
p.  1,  119,  part  1st. 
Blessing   of   God    earnestly 

desired  h.  461. 
Blessings  of  a  family  p.  128. 
Of  a  nation  p.   144,  147, 

462,  467. 
Of  the  country  p.  65,  147. 
Of  a  person  p.  1,  32,  112. 
Of  a  liberal  man  p.  112. 
On  the  preaching  of  the 
word  desired  h.  478. 


Temporal,  praise  for  p.  68. 

Blood  of    Christ   cleansing 

from  sin  p.  51,  69. 

Repentance    and  faith  in 

p.  51,  69. 

Boldness  at   the   throne   of 

grace  h.  345. 
Book  of  nature  and  scripture 

p.  19,  119,  part  4th. 
Bread  of  life  h.  312. 
Breathing  after  heaven  p.  90. 
After  holiness  p.  119,  part 

11th. 
After  the   Holy  Spirit  h. 

103,  424. 
After  comfort  and  deliver- 
ance p.  119,  part  12th. 
Brethren,  love  to  the  h.  234. 

Communion  with  h.  490. 
Brotherly  love  p.  133. 

Reproof  p.  141. 
Building,  the  church  a  spi- 
ritual h.  482. 
Business  of  life  blest  p.  127. 

C 
Care  of  God  over  his  saints 

p.  7,  34. 
Canaan  lost   through  unbe- 
lief p.  95. 
Captivity,  Babylonian  p.  137. 
Characters  of  the  Redeemer 

h.  256. 
Charity  to   the  poor  p.  37, 
41,  112. 
And  justice  p.  15,  142. 
Mixed  with  imprecations 
p.  35. 
Children  of  God,  characters 
of  them  h.  75. 
Made    blessings    p.    127, 

128. 
Instructed  p.  34,  78. 
In  the  covenant  of  grace 


h.  55,  56. 


INDEX. 


625 


Encouraged    to    come    to 

Christ  h.  224. 
Devoted  to  God  in  Baptism 

h.  351. 
Praver  for   them  h.  223. 

350. 
Love  of  Christ  for  them,  h. 

55,  56,  224,  387,  388. 
Brought  to  Christ  h.  224, 

351,  387,  388. 
Christ  the  second  Adam  p. 

8. 
His  all-sufficiency  p.  16. 
His  ascension  p.   24,  68, 

110. 
The   church's    foundation 

p.  118. 
His  coming,  the  objects  of 

it  h.  444. 
His  coming,  the  signs  of 

it,  p.  12. 
His  coming  to   judgment 

h.    27,  232,  233,   449, 

469. 
His     condescension     and 

glorification  p.  8. 
Covenant  made  with  him 

p.  89. 
Our  sacrifice  p.  40. 
First  and  second  coming 

p.  96,  97,  98. 
The  true  David  p.  35,  89. 
His  death  and  resurrection 

p.   16,  22,  69.  h.  209, 

209,  210. 
Ascending  and  reigning  p. 

47.  h.  211. 
The  eternal  creator  p.  102. 
Exalted  to  the  kino-dom  p. 

2,  8,72,  110. 
His  sufferings  for  our  sal- 
vation p.  69. 
His  sufferings  and  exalta- 
tion p.  22.  69.  h.  142. 
3  G 


Our   example   p.   109.   h. 

176,  435. 
Faith  in  his  blood  p.  51. 
His  Godhead  p.  102. 
Our  hope  p.  4,  51.  h.  315. 
His  incarnation  p.  97.  h. 

2,9. 
His  incarnation  and  sacri- 
fice p.  40. 
His  incarnation,  and    the 

last  judgment  p.  97. 
The  King,  and  the  Church 

his  spouse  p.  48. 
His  kingdom  among  men, 

a  vision  of  h.  15. 
His  kingdom   among    the 

gentiles  p.  72,  87,  132. 
His  kingdom  and  majesty 

p.  99. 
His  love  to  enemies  p.  35, 

109. 
His  majesty  p.  97,  99. 
His   mediatorial   kingdom 

p.  89,  110. 
His  obedience  and  death 

p.  69. 
The  Light  of  the  world  h. 

316. 
His  personal   glories   and 

government  p.  45. 
Reigning  in  heaven    and 

coming  to  judgment  p. 

97.  h.  232. 
His  resurrection  h.  133. 
His    resurrection    on    the 

Lord's    dav  p.  118.    h. 

133. 
Our    strength    and     righ- 
teousness p.  71.  h.  370. 
Our  strength  h.  11. 
His   sufferings   and    king- 
dom p.  2,  22,  69. 
His  zeal  and  reproaches  p. 

69. 


626 


INDEX. 


His  deity  and  humanity  p. 
89.  h.  1. 

His  nativity  h.  425,  444, 
447. 

His  unchanging  love  h. 
10. 

Our  High  Priest  and  King 
p.  110.  h.  27. 

Worshiped  by  all  creation 
h.  28. 

Our  Shepherd  h.  31,  213. 
356. 

Dwells  in  heaven,  but  visits 
the  earth  h.  32. 

Our  righteousness  and  wis- 
dom h.  43,  44,  370. 

Unseen  and  loved  h.  51. 

The  value  of  his  righteous- 
ness h.  52,  386. 

His  compassion  to  the 
weak  and  tempted  h.  61. 

His  invitation  to  sinners 
h.  62. 

Salvation  by  grace  in  him 
h.  145,  318,  320,  322. 

His  humiliation  and  ex- 
altation h.  29,  74,  310, 
311. 

His  names  and  titles  h. 
256. 

Delight  in  the  enjoyment 
and  worship  of  him  h. 
284. 

His  intercession  h.  105, 
106,  211,  212,  278. 

His  love,  sufferings,  and 
glory  h.  Ill,  310. 

His  commission  n.  63, 
153,  154. 

His  death,  victory  and  do- 
minion p.  2.  h.  161, 
198,  310. 

His  offices  h.  77,  78,  172, 
278. 


Miracles  in  his  life,  death 
and  resurrection  h.  174. 

Our  substitute  h.  363,  386, 
409,  410. 

Our  Passover  h.  184. 

His  dying  love  h.  191,  409, 
416. 

Crucifixion  to  the  world 
by  his  cross  h.  1 94. 

Crucified,  the  wisdom  and 
power  of  God  h.  195. 

Our  high  priest  h.  27,  61, 
211,  212,  278. 

Precious  to  believers  h. 
203,204,226,310,326, 
417. 

The  light  of  his  people  h. 
226,  366. 

Pardon,  righteousness,  and 
redemption  in  him  h. 
370. 

A  believer  not  ashamed  of 
him  h.  48,  197,334. 

His  love  shed  abroad  in 
the  heart  n.  68. 

The  sun  of  righteousness 
h.  296,  299,  309,  366. 

A  heavenly  teacher  h. 
367. 

Longing  to  praise  him 
better  h.  80. 

Glorying  in  him  H.  315, 
334,  403. 

Nearness  to  him  desired 
h.  225,  226. 

His  sufferings  and  atone- 
ment h.  314. 

His  resurrection  and  as- 
cension h.  136,  410. 

His  message  h.  499. 

The  consolation,  strength, 
and  desire  of  his  peo- 
ple h.  226,  229,  364 
432,  457. 


His  ascension  and  gift  of 

his  spirit  p.  68. 
The  substance  of  the  Le- 

vitical  priesthood  h.  87. 
Christian,     his    qualifica- 
tions p.  15,  24. 
His    love    to    the    church 

p.  137. 
Church  made  of  Jews  and 

gentiles  p.  87. 
Love    and    fellowship    h. 

234,  490. 
Glorving     in     Christ     h. 

315,  324,  403. 
Travelling  towards  Canaan 

h.  264. 
A  miracle  of  grace  h.  507. 
Mourning  the  absence  of 

Christ  h.  454. 
Virtues  h.  186. 
Desiring    to    depart    and 

be  with  Christ  h.  470, 

529,530. 
Desiring     conformity     to 

Christ  h.  243. 
Communion  h.  522. 
Aged,  his  prayer  and  song 

p.  71. 
Church,     its   beauty   p.  44, 

48,  122. 
The  birth-place  of  saints  p. 

87. 
Built    on  Jesus  Christ   p. 

118. 
Delight   and    safety   in    it 

p.  27. 
Destruction  of  God's  ene- 
mies     proceeds      from 

thence  p.  76. 
Gathered   and    settled    p. 

132. 
Of  the  Gentiles  p.  45,  47. 
God  fights  for  her  p.  10, 

20,  46. 


INDEX.  627 

God's   presence    there    p. 

34,  132. 
Her  complaint  in  persecu- 
tion p.  44. 
God's  care  of  the  h.  20. 
God's    special    delight    p. 

87,  132. 
The  garden  of  God  p.  92. 
Going  to  it  p.  122. 
The  house  and  care  of  God 

p.  135. 
Of  the  Jews  and  Gentiles 

p.  87. 
Its  increase  p.  67.  h.  266, 

305. 
Her  praver  in  distress  p. 

54,  70,  80. 
Her  prayer  in  persecution 

p.  74. 
Restored  by  praver  p.  85, 

102,  107. 
The  safety  and  honour  of 

a  nation  p.  48. 
The  spouse    of  Christ   p. 

45. 
Its  worship   and  order  p. 

48. 
Her  safety  and  protection 

h.  5. 
Her  increase    rejoiced   in 

h.  266,  308. 
Bereaved,    mourning    the 

loss     of     a     pastor    h. 

374. 
Comfort,  holiness  and  par- 
don p.  4,  32,  119,  parts 

11th  and  12th. 
And    support   in    God    p. 

16,  94. 
From  ancient    providence 

p.  77,  143. 
Of  life  blest  p.  127. 
And  pardon  p.  130. 
In  pain  and  sorrow  h.  116 


628 


INDEX. 


For    weak     believers     h. 

251,  481. 
In  Christ  h.  109,  251,483. 
Under  the  loss  of  a  pastor 
h.  250. 
Comfortless,   the   people   of 
Christ  not  left  h.   251, 
481. 
Communion  with  Christ  and 
saints  h.  490. 
With  saints  p.  106,  133. 
Company  of  saints  p.  16. 
Compassion  of  God  p.  103, 
145,  147. 
Of  Christ  to  the  tempted 
h.  61. 
Complaint,  of  absence   from 
public  worship  p.  42. 
Of  sickness  p.  6. 
Of  desertion  p.  13. 
Of  pride,  atheism,  oppres- 
sion, &c.  p.  10,  12. 
Of  temptation  p.  13. 
General  p.  102. 
Of  quarrelsome  neighbours 

p.  120. 
Of    heavy     afflictions     in 
mind  and  body  p.  143. 
Concert   of   prayer   h.    218, 
219,220,305,306,307, 
353,354,355,397,398, 
399,  413,485.  See  Mis- 
sionary Meetings. 
Of  prayer  for  children  h. 
224,  351,  388. 
Condescension  of  God  n.  112. 
Confession  and  pardon  p.  32. 
Of  our  poverty  p.  16. 
Of    sin,    repentance,    and 
pardon  p.    32,    38,    51, 
130. 
Confidence  in  God  h.  258. 
Conscience,    tender    p.    119, 
part  13th. 


Its  guilt  relieved  p.  32,  38, 

51,  130. 
Good,  its  pleasures  h.  122. 
Contention  complained  of  p. 

120. 
Contributions   for   spreading 
the  gospel  h.  306. 
For  relieving  the  distress- 
ed h.  435. 
Converse  with  God  p.  63, 119, 

part  2d. 
Conversion  and  joy  p.  126. 
At  the  ascension  of  Christ 

p.  110. 
Of  Jews  and  Gentiles  p. 

87,  96,  106. 
Its  difficulty  h.  186. 
Converting  grace  h.  443. 
Conviction  of  sin  by  the  law 

h.  57. 
Coronation  of  Christ  h.  420. 
Corruption  of  manners,  gene- 
ral p.  11,  12. 
Counsel   and    support    from 
God    p.    16,    119,    part 
6th. 
Courage   in    persecution   P. 
119,  part  17th. 
In  death  p.  16.  17,  71. 
Covenant  made  with  Christ 
p.  89. 
Of  grace  unchangeable  p. 

89, 106. 
Of    grace    comforting   h. 

193. 
Of    grace,    its     promises 
h.  6. 
Creation  and  Providence   p. 
33,  104,  135,  136,  147, 
148.  h.  445. 
The  glory  of  God  display 
ed  in   the   works  of  h 
238,  440,  488. 
The  new  h.  171. 


Creatures,  no  trust  in  them 

p.  33,  62,  146. 
Vain,  and  God  all-sufficient 

p.  33. 
Praising  God  p.  148. 
Cross  of  Christ,  crucifixion 

to  the  world  by  it  h.  194. 
D. 
Daily  devotion  p.  55,  134, 

141. 
Danger  of  earthly  pilgrimage 

h.  118. 
Darkness   dispelled    by    the 

gospel  h.  316. 
Day,  of  humiliation  for  dis- 
appointments in  war  p. 

60. 
Death    and   resurrection    of 

Christ  p.  16,  69.  h.  208, 

209,  210. 
Of  Christ  caused  by    our 

sins  h.  140, 149. 
Of  saints  and  sinners  p.  17, 

37,  49. 
And  sufferings  of  Christ  p. 

22,  69. 
Protection  from  p.  91. 
Deliverance  from  it  p.  31. 
Ana*  pride  p.  49. 
And  the  resurrection  p.  49, 

71,89.  h.  392. 
Courage  in  it  p.  16, 17,  23. 
The  effect  of  sin  p.  90. 
And  glory  h.  53,  125. 
Terrible  to  the  unconvert- 
ed h.  117. 
And  eternity  n.  96. 
Made  easy  by  the  presence 

of  Christ  h.  100. 
Of  a  sinner  h.  97. 
The  presence  of  God  in  it 

h.  115. 
Dreadful  or  delightful   h. 

17,  125. 

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INDEX.  629 

Its  certainty  h.  125,  126, 

411. 
Triumph  over  it  in  hope  of 

the  resurrection  h.  160, 

392. 
The  righteous  blessed  in  h. 

13,  269. 
Of  a  minister  h.  374. 
Of  a  young  person  h.  281. 
Victory  over  h.  12,  269, 

518. 
And  judgment  h.  411. 
Of  a  saint  h.  248,  418,  519, 

533. 
Death-bed  of  the  wicked  and 

righteous   compared   n. 

469. 
Decrees  of  God  h.  151. 
Defence  in  God  p.  3,  121. 
Deity  of  Christ  p.  102. 
Delaying  sinners  warned  p. 

95. 
Delight  in  God  p.  18,  42,  63, 

73,  84. 
In  the  house  of  God  h.  89, 

90. 
And  safety  in  the  church 

p.  27,  48,  84. 
In  the  law  of  God  p.  119, 

5th,  8th,  &  18th  parts. 
Deliverance  begun  and  per- 
fected p.  85. 
From  despair  p.  18. 
From  deep  distress  p.  34, 

40. 
From  death  p.  31,  118. 
From  oppression  and  false- 
hood p.  56. 
From  persecution  p.  53, 94. 
By  prayer  p.  34,  40,  126. 

h.  471. 
From  shipwreck  p.  107. 
From  slander  p.  31. 
From  a  tumult  p.  118. 


630  INDEX. 

Surprising  p.  126. 
Desertion  and  distress  of  soul 
p.  13,  25,  38,  43. 
And  hope  p.  42. 
Desire  of  knowledge  p.  119, 
part  9th. 
Of  holiness   p.    119,   part 

11th. 
Of  comfort  and  deliverance 

p.  119,  part  12th. 
Of    quickening    grace    p. 

119,  part  16th. 
Of  all  nations,  Christ  the 
h.  457. 
Desiring  to  love    Christ  h. 
244. 
To  walk  with  God  h.  227. 
To  serve  God  h.  268. 
Desolations,     the      church's 

safety  in  them  p.  46. 
Despair  prevented  h.  430. 
And  hope  in  death  p.  17, 
49. 
Devotion,  fervent,  desired  h. 
103. 
Daily  p.  55,  134,  141. 
On  a  sick  bed  p.  6,  39. 
Secret  p.  119,  part  2d. 
Direction  and  pardon  p.  25. 
And    defence    prayed    for 

p.  5. 
And  hope  p.  42. 
And    support    desired   h. 
200,  239. 
Dismission,  hymns  for  h.  382, 

463. 
Distress  of  soul  p.  25. 

Relieved  p.    61,    130.   h. 
471. 
Dominion  of  God  h.  130. 
Of  man  over  the  creatures 
p.  8. 
Doubts  and  fears  suppressed 
p.  3,  31,  143. 


And  fears  removed  h.  288 
Dry  bones,  the  Spirit's  breath- 
ing on  them  desired  h. 
489. 
Duty  to  God  and  man  p.  15 

24. 
Dwelling  with  God  p.  24. 
See  Heaven,  Church. 
Dying  Christian  to  his  soul 
h.  519. 

E. 
Education,  religious    p.    34, 

78. 
Egypt  and  Canaan  h.  372. 
Egypt's  plagues  p.  105. 
Encouragement  to  praver  h. 
276. 
To  young  persons  to  seek 
Christ  h.  260. 
End  of  righteous  and  wicked 

p.  1,  37. 
Enemies  overcome  p.  18. 
Love  to  p.  35. 
Prayed  for  p.  35,  109. 
Destroyed  p.  12,  48,  76. 
Spiritual   protection   from 
them  h.  141. 
Envy  and  unbelief  curbed  p. 

37,  49. 
Equity  and  wisdom  of  Provi- 
dence p.  9. 
Eternity,  joyful  and  dreadful 
h.  393,  419. 
Near  and  unavoidable  h. 
393. 
Evening   psalm    p.    4,    139, 
141. 
Hymn  h.  34,  83. 
Or  morning  hymn  h.  84. 
Evidences  of  grace  p.  26. 

Of  sincerity  p.  18, 19, 139. 
Exaltation  of  Christ  to  the 
kingdom  p.  2,21,22,69 
72,  110. 


INDEX 

26 


631 


Examination  of  self 

139.  h.  464. 
Example  of  Christ   h.   109, 

176,  435. 
Exhortation    to    peace    and 
holiness  p.  34. 
F. 
Faith    and  prayer  of  perse- 
cuted saints  p.  35. 
In  the  blood  of  Christ  p. 

32,  51. 
In  divine  grace  and  power 

p.  62,  130. 
In  Christ  h.  48. 
A  living  and  dead  h.  73. 
Walking  by  h.  170. 
In  Christ  as  our   sacrifice 

h.  179. 
In    a    living    Saviour    h. 

315. 
And  repentance  h.  168. 
The  power  of  h.  344. 
Joys  of  h.  187. 
Connected   with  salvation 

h.  45. 
Its  victory  over  death  and 
the  grave  p.  88. 
Faithfulness  of  God    p.    89, 
105,  111,  145,146. 
Of  man  p.  15,  141. 
Falsehood,  blasphemv,    &c. 
p.  12. 
And  oppression  p.  12,  56. 
Family  government  p.  101. 
Love  and  worship  p.  133. 
Blessings  p.  128. 
Fast  day  public  h.  472. 
Fear  banished  h.  254,  430. 
And  unbelief  banished  h. 

430,  475. 
And  doubt  suppressed  p.  3, 

31,34. 
In  the  worship  of  God  p. 
89,  99. 


Of  God  p.  119,  part  13th. 
Feast  of  love,  and  guests  in- 
vited h.  196,  396. 
Of  the  gospel  h.  390,  396. 
Few  saved  h.  185,  186. 
Finished,    the    work   of   re- 
demption h.  207,  321. 
Flattery  and  deceit  complain- 
ed of  p.  12,  36. 
Forgiveness,  divine  and  free 
h.  323. 
Of  sins  upon  confession  p. 
32. 
Formal  worship  p.  50.  h.  69. 
Fortitude,  holy  h.  270. 
Foundation   of    the  church, 

Christ  the  p.  118. 
Fountain  opened  for  sinners, 
h.  363. 
The  blood  of  Christ  a  h. 
363,  422. 
Frail    life,  and    succeeding 

eternity  h.  121. 
Frailty  of  man  p.  89,  90, 144. 
Of  our  bodies  h.  92. 
And  folly  h.  101. 
Fretfulness    discouraged    p. 

37. 
Friend,  Christ  our  greatest  h. 

509. 
Funeral  Psalms  p.  S9,  90. 
I  Funerals,  hvmns  for  h.    96, 
100,117,126,248,269, 
411. 
Futurity  committed  to  God 
h.  460. 

G. 
Gentiles  given  to  Christ  p.  2, 
22,  72. 
Church  of  p.  45,65,72,87. 
Owning  the  true  God    p. 
47,  96,  98.  h.  305. 
Glorification  of  Christ  P.  8, 
45. 


632  INDEX. 

Glorified  bodyn.  160. 
Glory  of  God  in   our  salva- 
tion p.  60. 
In  creation  and  providence 

p.  104. 
And  grace  in  the  person 

of  Christ  h.  13. 
And  grace  promised  p.  84, 

89,  97. 
Glorying    in    the    cross    of 

Christ  h.  197. 
God  all  and  in  all  p.  127.  h. 

147,  148. 
The  all-seeing  p.  139. 
All-sufficient  p.  16,  33. 
The  heart  searching  p.  139. 
His  being,   attributes  and 

providence    p.    36,    65, 

147. 
Omnipresent  p.  139. 
His  care  of  saints  p.  7,  34. 
Praised  for  his  goodness  to 

soul  and  body  p.  103. 
His   creation    and    provi- 
dence p.  33,  104. 
Praised  for  hearing  prayer 

p.  66. 
Our  defence  and  salvation 

p.  3,33,  61,  115. 
And  his  church  p.  84. 
Eternal  and   sovereign    p. 

93. 
The    true,  our    refuge    p. 

115. 
Eternal  and  men  mortal  p. 

90,  102. 
His  faithfulness  p.  89, 105, 

111.  h.  132. 
Praised  for  his   goodness 

and  truth  p.  146. 
Glorified  and  sinners  saved 

p.  69. 
His  goodness  and  mercy  p. 

103,  145. 


His  goodness  and  truth  p. 
145,  146. 

His  governing  power  and 
goodness  p.  66. 

Present  in  his  churches  p. 
84. 

Great  and  good  p.  68,  144, 
145,  147.  ii.  360. 

The  judge  p.  9,  50,  97. 

Kind  to  his  people  p.  103, 
145,  146.  h.  477. 

His  majesty  p.  97.  n.  437. 

His  majesty  and  conde- 
scension p.  113, 114.  h. 
267,  335. 

His  mercy  and  truth  p. 
36,  89,  103,  145. 

Maker  of  man  p.  8. 

Of  nature  and  grace  p.  65. 

His  perfections  p.  36,  111, 
145,  147. 

His  protection  of  the  righ- 
teous, and  punishment 
of  the  wicked  p.  11. 

Our  portion,  and  Christ  our 
hope  p.  4. 

A  hearer  of  prayer  p.  65. 

Our  portion  here  and  here- 
after p.  73. 

His  power  and  majesty  p. 
68,  89,  93,  96.  h.  267, 
335. 

Longing  after  him  p.  63, 
64.  h.  240. 

Our  preserver  p.  121, 138. 

Present  in  his  churches  p. 
46,  84. 

Our  shepherd  p.  23.  h.  356, 
357. 

His  sovereignty  and  good- 
ness to  man  p.  8,  113, 
114. 

Our  support  and  comfort  p. 
94. 


INDEX. 


633 


Supreme   governor  p.   75, 

82,  93. 
His  perfections  and  provi- 
dence h.  189. 
His  vengeance  and  com- 

passion  p.  68,  97. 
The  hope  of  the  helpless 

p.  14-2. 
Unchangeable  p.  89,  111. 
His  universal  dominion  p. 

103. 
His  wisdom  in  his   works 

p.  Ill,  139. 
His  blessing  on  the  busi- 
ness and  comforts  of  life 

p.  127. 
Worthy    of  all    praise    p. 

145,'  146,  150. 
His   mercies  innumerable 

p.  139. 
His  care  of  his  church  h. 

20. 
His  greatness  p.  145,  504. 
Dwells  with  the  humble  h. 

37. 
A  sight  of  him  mortifies 

us    to     the    world     h. 

110. 
His  condescension  h.  112. 
His  presence  is   light    in 

darkness  h.  120. 
His  word  most  excellent  p. 

19. 
His  promise  our   security 

h.  72. 
His    eternal  dominion    h. 

130. 
Absence  from  him  intole- 
rable h.  157. 
Incomprehensible  h.  504. 
Confidence  in  him  h.  240, 

258,  279. 
Glorified  in  the  Gospel  h. 
169. 


Reconciled   in    Christ    h. 

180. 
The  light  of  life  h.  3S5. 
Glorving  in  him  alone  h. 

279,  335,  336. 
Delig-hting  in  him  h.  147, 

14~-,  336. 
Rising  to  him  h.  110,  337, 

460. 
His    power,  wisdom,   and 

goodness  h.  256,  445. 
The  refuge  of  the  troubled 

soul  h.  294,  338. 
The  unchanging  and  eter- 
nal friend  of  his  people 

p.  106.  h.  72,  255,  336, 

361,  477. 
The  glory  and  defence  of 

Zion  h.  127. 
Good  icorks  profit  men,  not 

God  p.  16. 
Goodness  of  God  p.  8,  103, 

111,  145,  146.  h.  280, 

343,359,360,445,446. 
Gospel,  its  glorv  and  success 

p.  19,  45,  110.  h.  179. 
Not  ashamed  of  it  n.  48. 
Attested    by    miracles    h. 

63. 
Its  power  h.  175,  443. 
Its    different    success    h. 

59. 
Diffusion  of  it  desirable  h. 

218,  220. 
Jubilee  h.  219,  438. 
Its  blessings  h.  255. 
Its  extension  prayed  for  h. 

353,  355. 
A  feast  h.  390,  396. 
A  joyful  sound  p.  89,  98. 

h."394. 
Its  power  when  accompa- 
nied with   the  Spirit  h. 

179,  489. 


634  INDEX. 

Worship  and  order  p.  48. 
Gospel-net  h.  404. 
Government  of  Christ  p.  45. 

From  God  p.  75. 
Grace,  its  evidences,  or  self- 
examination  p.  26. 
Above  riches  p.  144. 
Without  merit  p.  16,  32. 
Of  Christ  p.  45,  72. 
And  Providence  p.  33,  36, 

135,  136,  147. 
Preserving  and  restoring  p. 

138. 
Truth    and    protection   p. 

57. 
Tried  by  affliction  p.   17, 
66,119,  part  17th,  145. 
h.  515. 
And  glory  p.  84,  97. 
Pardoning  p.  130. 
Access  to  a  throne  of,  by  a 

mediator  h.  158. 
And  glory  by  the  death  of 

Christ  h.  199. 
Displayed  in  our  salvation 

h.  218. 
Prayer  for  h.  239. 
Its  sovereignty  h.  8,  500. 
Gratitude,  love,   and  praise 
to  Christ  h.  226,  319, 
383. 
And  devotion  h.  228. 
The  spring  of  devotion  h. 
344. 
Guilt  of  conscience  relieved 
p.  32,  38,  51,  130. 
H. 
Happiness  of  saints  h.  491. 
Harvest,  p.  65,  126,  147. 
Praise  for  an  abundant,  n. 
231. 
Health,  sickness,  and  reco- 
very, p.  6,  30,  31. 
Prayed  for  p.  6,  38,  39. 


Heart,    Known    to  God,    p. 

139. 
Hardness   of,  complained 

of  h.  150,  252. 
Holy  desired  h*.  494. 
Hearing  of  prayer  and  salva- 
tion p.  4, 10,  66,  102. 
Heaven  of  separate  souls  p. 

17. 
The  saint's  dwelling-place 

p.  24.  h.  531. 
Invisible  and  holy  h.  50. 
Longing   to    behold    God 

and  Christ  there  h.  135, 

146,  517. 
Its  blessed  society  h.  102. 
Its  happiness  h.  102,  146, 

295,  321,  395. 
Hope  of,    our    support   in 

trials  h.  119,  128,264. 
Hope  of,  by  the  resurrec- 
tion of  Christ  h.  16. 
Prospect  of  it  makes  death 

easy  h.  129. 
The  worship  of,  humble  h. 

131. 
Assurance  of  it  h.  17. 
Deliverance  from  sin  and 

misery    in   it     h.     144, 

331. 
The  glory  of  Christ  there 

h.  402,  517. 
Meditations    on    h.    187, 

395. 
Rest  and  peace  there  h. 

520. 
Longing  for  it  h.  264,  337, 

517. 
The    christian's   home    h. 

264,  337. 
The  worship  ofn.  332. 
Heavenly -mindedness  h.  264. 
Hell,  the  everlasting  misery 

of  a.  528. 


INDEX. 


635 


Help    obtained    of    God   in 
Christ    alone     h.     319, 
322,  325. 
Hiding-place,    Christ    a    h. 

364. 
Holiness,  pardon,   and  com- 
fort, p.  4. 
And  comfort  from  the  word 

p.  119,  part  6th. 
Desired  p.  119,  part  11th. 
And  grace  h.  66. 
Honour  vain  h.  152. 
Hope  in  darkness  p.  13,  77, 
143. 
Of  resurrection  p.  16,  71. 
And  despair  in  death  p.  17, 

49. 
And  prayer  p.  27. 
For  victory  p.  20. 
And  direction  p.  42. 
Of  Heaven  h.  16. 
In  the  covenant  of  grace 

u.  72. 
In  Christ  ii.  430. 
Hosanna,  for  the  Lord's  day 

p.  118. 
House  of  God,  longing  for  p. 

84. 
Humble,    God    dwells    with 

them  h.  37. 
Humiliation  day  p.  10,  60. 
Humility  and  submission  p. 
131,  139. 
And  pride  h.  62. 
In  heaven  h.  131. 
Hypocrisy  exposed  p.  50. 

And  sincerity  h.  69. 
Hypocrite,  or   almost  chris- 
tian h.  185. 
Hypocrites    and     hypocrisy 
p.  12,  50. 
I. 
Idolatry    reproved     p.   115, 
135. 


Impenitence  h.  168. 
Imprecations  and  charity  p. 

35. 
Incarnation  of  Christ  p.  96, 

97,  98. 
And  sacrifice  of  Christ  p. 

40. 
Inconstancy   of  our  love  h. 

453. 
Infants.     See  Children. 
Ingratitude  complained  of  h. 

134. 
Instruction  from  God  p.  25. 
From    Scripture    p.     119, 

parts  4th  and  7th. 
In  piety  p.  34. 
Instructive  afflictions  p.  94. 
Intercession  of  Christ  h.  105, 

106,  211,  212,  278. 
Invitation  of  the  gospel  h.  4. 
To  the  Lord's  supper   h. 

275. 
Of  Christ  to  sinners  h.  62. 
Invocation  to  the  Father,  Son, 

and  Holy  Ghost  h.  456, 

497. 
Israel  saved  from  the  Assy- 
rians p.  76. 
Saved    from    Egypt,    and 

brought  to  Canaan  p.  77, 

105,  107, 135,  136. 
Rebellion  and  punishment 

of  p.  78. 
Punished  and  pardoned  p. 

106,  107. 

Their  travels  in  the  wilder- 
ness p.  107,  114. 
Restored  h.  266. 
Redeemed,    and    enemies 
destroyed  p.  135. 
J. 
Jehovah  p.  68,  83. 

God  of  the  Gentiles  p.  96. 
Reigns  p.  93,  96,  97. 


636  INDEX. 

His  guidance,  support,  and 

protection  prayed  for  h. 
200. 
Jerusalem,   the  heavenly  h. 

380. 
Jesus,  praise  to  him,  h.  310, 

326,  373,  412,  429. 
Conformity  to  him  desired 

h.  243. 
His  presence  and  aid  de- 
sired h.  226. 
The  builder  of  the  temple 

of  the  Lord  h.  482. 
Confidence  in  him  h.  508. 
His  name  delightful  to  his 

people  h.  204, 284,  317, 

365,  370. 
Jews.     See  Israel. 
Joy  of  conversion  p.  126 
In  heaven  when  a  sinner 

repents  h.  46. 
Carnal  parted  with  h.  86 
Heavenly  on  earth  h.  99. 
Spiritual    and   eternal   h. 

135. 
In  the  government  of  Christ 

h.  510. 
Joyful  sound  of  the  Gospel 

p.  89. 
Judgment   and  mercy  p.    9, 

63. 
Day  p.  1,  50,  96,  97,   98, 

149.  h.  449,  525,  527. 
Last,    and   saints   reward- 
ed p.  50.  h.  468. 
Desiring  preparation  for  it 

h.  24,  464. 
Of  Hypocrites  p.  50. 
Christ  coming  to   h.  232, 

233,  449,  468,  526. 
Judgment-seat,     wrath     and 

mercy  from  p.  9. 
All  must  appear  there  h. 

289. 


July  fourth,  hymns  adapted 

to  462,  467. 
Justice  of  Providence  p.  9. 
Justification,  free  p.  32,  130. 
By  faith,  and  not  works  h. 
41. 

K. 
Keys  of  the  unseen  world  in 
the  hands  of  Christ  h. 
311. 
Kingdom  of  Christ  universal 
p.  72. 
Prayer  for  its  extension  h. 

285. 
And  priesthood  of  Christ 

p.  110. 
And  coming  of  Messiah  p. 
98. 
King  of  Saints,  Christ  the 

h.  313. 
Knowledge   desired   p.  119 
part  9th. 
L. 
Lamb  of  God,  Christ  the  h. 
205,  384. 
Song  of  praise  to  the  h.  205. 
Behold  the  h.  384. 
Worthy  the  h.  465. 
Christ  worshipped  as,  by 
all  creatures  it.  28. 
Languor   in  the  service  of 

God  lamented  h.  339. 
Law  of  God,  delight  in  it  p. 
119,  part  5th. 
And  gospel  distinguished 

h.  165. 
And    gospel    enjoined    in 
scripture  h.  164. 
Liberality  rewarded   p.    41, 

112. 
Life  and  riches,  their  vanity 
p.  49. 
Death  and  the  resurrection 
p.  89. 


INDEX. 


637 


Short  and  feeble  p.  89,  90, 

144.  h.  108. 
Its    shortness    and    frailty 

p.  90. 
The  day  of  grace  p.  88.  h. 

38. 
Short   and   God    good    h. 

123. 
Light  of  life  h.  385. 
Longing  after  God  p.  42,  63, 

64. 
For  a  holy  heart  h.  494. 
Lord's  day  p.  92, 118.  h.  89, 

133. 
Day  morning  p.  5,  19,  63. 
Supper.     See  Supper. 
Loss  of  friends,  consolation 

and  support  under  the  h. 

407. 
Love  to  our  neighbour  p.  15. 
Of  Christ  to  sinners  p.  35. 

h.  206,434,  511. 
Of  God  better  than  life  p. 

63. 
Of  God   unchangeable    p. 

89,  106.  n.  288. 
To  enemies  p.  35,  109.  h. 

283. 
Brotherly  p.  133. 
Religion  vain  without    it 

h.  67. 
Of  Christ  shed  abroad  in 

the  heart  h.  68, 
To  God  h.  107. 
To  creatures  dangerous  h. 

114. 
To  Christ  present  or  absent 

h.  429. 
Divine  h.  436. 
Making  a  feast  and  calling 

in  the  guests  n.  196. 
Loving  Christ,  delightful  h. 

429. 
Loving -kindness  h.  479. 

3n 


M. 


Magistrates   warned   p.    58, 
82. 
Qualifications  of  p.  101. 
Raised   up  and  deposed  p. 
75. 
Majesty  of  God  p.  68.     See 

God. 

Man,  his  vanity  as  mortal  p. 
39,  89,  90,  144. 
His  mortality  and  Christ's 

eternity  p.  102. 
His   dominion    over  crea- 
tures p.  8. 
Mortal  and  God  eternal  p. 

90. 
His  frailty  h.  121. 
His    frailty    and    folly   h. 

101. 
His  vanity,  and  the  con- 
descension   of    God    p. 
144. 
Mariner's  Psalm  p.  107. 
Marriage,  mystical,  of  Christ 

and  the  church  p.  45. 
Master  of  a  family,  psalm  of 

a  p.  101. 
Mediator,   the    way   to    the 
throne  of  grace  h.  158. 
Meditation  on  the  love  of  God 
h.  480. 
On  Heaven  h.  187. 
And  retirement  h.  166. 
Meekness  and  benevolence  h. 

283. 
Melancholy  reproved  p.  42. 
And  hope  p.  77. 
Removed  p.  126. 
Memorial  of  Christ  h.  192. 
Mercies,  common  and  special 
p.  68,  103. 
Spiritual  and  temporal  r. 

103. 
And  thanks  h.  162. 


638  INDEX. 

Innumerable  p.  139. 
Everlasting  p.  136. 
Recorded  p.  107. 
And  truth  of  God  p.    36, 
89,  103,  136,  145,  146. 
Mercy  to  the  truly  penitent 
h.  282. 
In  the  midst  of  judgment 
r.  103. 
Merit  disclaimed  p.  16. 
Messiah's  coming  and  king- 
dom p.  98. 
Midnight  thoughts  v.  63, 119. 
parts  5th  and  6th.    139. 
Minister,  death  of  a  h.  374. 
Ministers,  commission  of  h. 
63. 
Ordained  p.  132. 
Miracles  in  the  wilderness  p. 
114. 
In  the  life,  death,  and  re- 
surrection of  Christ  h. 
174. 
Missionaries    addressed     h. 

414. 
Missionary  meetings,  hymns 
for   h.   218,  219,    220, 
305,306,307,353,  354, 
355,397,398,399,400, 
414,  485. 
Morning  psalm  p.  3,  141. 
Of  a  Sabbath  p.  5,  19,  63. 
Hymn  h.  33,  82. 
Mortality   of  man  p.  39,  49, 
90. 
And  hope  p.  89. 
And  God's  eternity  p.  90, 
102. 
Moses   and    the    Lamb,    the 
works  of  h.  22. 
And  Christ  h.  58. 
Mourners  comforted  h.  407. 
Mystery  of  Providence    un- 
folded p.  73. 


N. 


National  prayer  and  thanks > 
giving  p.  21. 
Blessings  acknowledged  p. 

21.  h.  462,  467. 
Thanksgiving  h.  415. 
Deliverance  p.  59,  67,  75, 

76,  124,  126. 
Desolations,  the    church's 
safety  and    triumph    in 
them  p.  48. 
Nation's  safety  is  the  church 
p.  48. 
Prosperity  and  church's  in- 
crease p.  67,  144. 
Nations  blest  and  punished  p. 

107. 
Nativity  of  Christ   u.    425, 

447. 
Nature  of  man  corrupt  p.  14. 

And  grace  h.  49. 
New  birth  h.  42. 
New  year,  hymns  for  the  h. 
277,279,453,460,516. 
O. 
Obedience,  sincere  p.  18,  32, 
139. 
Evangelical  h.  73, 75. 
Better    than    sacrifice    p. 
50. 
Old  age  and  death  p.  90.  h. 
40. 
And  death  of  the  uncon- 
verted h.  40. 
Ordination   of   ministers   p. 

132. 
Ordinances,  delight  in  them 

h.  89,  90,  91. 
Original    Sin,    and    actual, 
confessed  p.  51.  h.  26. 
P. 
Pardon,  holiness  and  comfort 
p.  4. 
Of  backsliding  p.  78. 


INDEX. 


639 


And  direction  waited  for 

p.  25. 
And  repentance  prayed  for 

p.  38. 
And  confession  p.  32. 
Of  original  and  actual  sin 

p.  51. 
Sufficiency  of  it  h.  143. 
Pardoning  grace  p.  130. 
Parents'  prayer  for  children 

h.  223. 
Passover,  Christ  our  h.  184. 
Pastor,  the  loss  of  a,  lament- 
ed h.  374. 
Pastors  faithful,  desired  for 
the  church  h.  356. 
Importance  of  the  office  of 
h.  496. 
Patience  under  afflictions  p. 
39. 
Under  persecutions  p.  37. 

44. 
In  darkness  p.  77, 130, 131. 
Peace   and   holiness   encou- 
raged p.  34. 
Praise  to  God  for  the  re- 
turn of  p.  75. 
With  men  desired  p.  120. 
And  light  after  darkness  h. 

288. 
Of  Conscience  h.  439. 
Pearl  of  great  price,  Christ 

the  h.  317. 
Perfections   of  God    p.    36, 

111,  145,  147. 
Penitent  pleading  for  pardon 

p.  51. 
Persecuted  saints  p.  35,  44, 

74,  80,  83. 
Persecutors,  their  folly  r.  14. 
Complained  of  p.  35,  44, 

74,  80,  83. 
Deliverance  from  them  p. 
0,  10,  94. 


Punished  h.  129,  149. 
Persecution,  deliverance  from 
it  p.  7,  53,  94. 
Courage  under  it  p.  119, 
part  17th. 
Perseverance  p.  138. 

In  trials  p.  119,  part  17th. 
Of  the  saints  h.  343. 
Pestilence,    preservation    in 

it  p.  91. 
Pharisee  and  publican  h.  65. 
Physician  of  souls,  Christ  the 

h.  318. 
Piety,  instructions  therein  p. 

34. 
Pilgrim,  the  song  of  a  h.  455. 
Pilgrims  in  the  road  to  Zion 

h.  118,  119,304. 
Pity  to  the  afflicted  p.  41. 

See  Charity. 
Pleading  without  repining  p. 
39,  123. 
The  promises  p.  119,  part 
10th. 
Pleasures  unseen  h.  295. 

Of  public  worship  p.  84. 
Poor,  charitv  to  them  p.  15, 

37,  41,  112. 
Portion  of  saints  and  sinners 

p.  11,  17,37. 
Poverty  confessed  p.  16. 
Power  all  in  Christ  h.  31]. 
Practical  atheism  p.  14,  36. 
Praise  to  God,  and  commu- 
nion with  saints  p.  106. 
For    creation    and    provi- 
dence p.  33, 104. 
To  our  Creator  p.  100,  h. 

488. 
From  all  creatures  p.  148. 
For  eminent  deliverances 

p.  34,  118.  h.  282. 
Due  to  God,  not  to  idols  p. 
136. 


640  INDEX. 

General  p.  86,  145,  148, 

150. 
For  the  gospel  p.   98.  h. 

316. 
A  song  of  p.  108,  150.  h. 

225. 
For  health  restored  p.  30, 

116. 
For  hearing  prayer  p.  66, 

102. 
To  Jesus  Christ  p.  45.  h. 

225,310,311,313,316, 

381,  412,  426,  502. 
From  all  nations  p.  117. 
And  prayer  p.  65. 
For  protection,  grace,  and 

truth  p.  57. 
For  providence  and  grace 

p.  36. 
For  rain  p.  65,  147. 
From    the    saints   p.  149, 

150. 
For  temporal  blessings  p. 

68,  148.  h.  273,  473. 
To  the  Redeemer  h.  139, 

310,311,313,316,426, 

487. 
For   grace    in    Christ   h. 

320,  427,  450. 
For  creation  and  redemp- 
tion h.  104,  505. 
To  the  exalted  Saviour  h. 

310,  311,  448. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy 

Spirit  h.  456,  498. 
Prayer,  heard  p.  4,  34,  65, 

66.  h.  18. 
Heard,  and  saints  saved  p. 

10. 
In  time  of  war  p.  20. 
Public,  and  praise  p.  65. 
And  hope  p.  27. 
In    church's     distress    p. 

80. 


Heard,  and  Zion  restored 

p.  102. 
An  answer  to  it  waited  for 

p.  85. 
And  praise  for  deliverance 

p.  34. 
Exhortation  to  h.  276. 
For  quickening  grace    p 

119,  part  16th. 
For  light  and  cleansing  h. 

239. 
For  a  revival  h.  297,  391. 
For  the  kingdom  of  Christ 

h.  355. 
For  the   extension  of  the 

gospel  h.  355. 
For   a    pastor's    recovery 

from  sickness  h.  249. 
For    faithful     pastors    H» 

356. 
National  p.  21. 
For  sailors  h.  450. 
Of  a  youth  h.  492. 
Of  ministers   and   people 

h.  391. 
Preparation  for  death  desired 

h.  330. 
Presence  of  God  in  his  house 

h.  274,   301,  302,  303, 

348,    349,    352,     357, 

389. 
Of  Christ  desired  h.  389. 
Preserving  grace  p.  138.  h. 

23,  92, 452. 
Preservation  in  public  dan- 
gers p.  46,  91,112. 
Daily  p.  121. 
Pride,  atheism,  and  oppres- 
sion,  punished    p.    10 

12. 
And  death  p.  49. 
Priest,  Christ  our  h.  278. 
Priesthood  of  Christ   p.    51 

110. 


INDEX. 


641 


Princes  vain  p.  62,  146. 
Profession  of  sincerity  and 
repentance  p.   119,  part 
3d,  139. 
False  p.  50. 
Promised  land  H.  395. 
Promises  and  threatnings  p. 
81. 
Of  the  covenant  of  grace 

h.  6. 
Pleaded  p.  119,  part  10th 
God  faithful  to  his  h.  124, 
132. 
Prosperity,  dangerous  p.  55, 

73. 
Prosperous  sinners  cursed  p. 

37,  49,  73. 
Protection,  truth  and  grace  p. 
57. 
Against   enemies,   prayed 

for  p.  140. 
By  day  and  night  p.  121. 
Providence,  its  wisdom  and 
equity,  p.  9. 
And  creation  p.  33,  135, 

136. 
And  grace  p.  36,  147. 
And  perfection  of  God  p. 

36. 
Its  mvstery  unfolded  p.  73. 

h.  202. 
Recorded  p.  77,78,  107. 
In  air,  earth,  and  sea  p.  65, 

89,  104,  107,  147. 
Its  mysteries  h.  159,  202, 

309,  362. 
Reviewed,  h.  228. 
Confidence  in  h.  242. 
Provision  and  direction  de- 
sired h.  237. 
Psalm  for  soldiers  p.  18,  60. 
For  old  age  p.  71. 
For  husbandmen  p.  65. 
For  a  funeral  p.  89,  90. 

3h2 


For  the  Lord's  day  p.  92. 
Before  prayer  p.  95. 
Before  a  sermon  p.  95. 
For  magistrates  p.  101. 
For  house-holders  p.  101. 
For  mariners  p.  107. 
Public  praise  for  private  mer- 
cies p.  116,  118. 
Praise  for  deliverance   p. 

124. 
Worship   attended    on    p. 

122. 
Prayer  and  praise  p.    65, 
84. 
Publican    and    Pharisee   h. 

65. 
Punishment  of  sinners  p.  1, 
11,  37. 

Q. 
Qualifications  of  a  christian 

p.  15,  24. 
Quickening  grace  p.  119,  part 
16th.  h.  339. 
R. 
Race,  Christian  h.  21. 
Rain  from  heaven  p.  65, 135, 
147. 
Prayer  for  ii.  476. 
Reconciliation     to    God    in 

Christ  h.  180. 
Recovery  from  sickness  p.  6, 

30,  116. 
Redeeming  love  h.  428. 
Redemption  by  Christ  h.  98, 
138,  320. 
The    work  of,  finished  h. 

207,  321. 
By   Christ  alone   h.   318, 

319,  320,  322. 
By    price    and    power   h. 
"98. 
Refuge,  God  a  r.  46. 
Regeneration  h.  42. 
Relative  duties  p.  15,  133. 


642 


INDEX. 


Religion  and  justice  p.  15. 
In  words  and  deeds  p.  37. 
Needful  h.  308. 
In   vain    without   Jove    h. 
67. 
Religious   education    p.    34, 

78. 
Remembrance  of  former  de- 
liverances p.  77,  143. 
Renewing  grace,  praise  for  h. 

427. 
Repentance,  confession,  and 
pardon,  p.  32. 
And  faith  in  the  blood  of 

Christ  p.  51. 
At  the  cross  of  Christ  h. 

85,  156. 
Flowing  from  the  goodness 

of  God  n.  134. 
From    the    sufferings    of 

Christ  h.  149. 
From  the  patience  of  God 

h.  155. 
At   a   throne   of  grace  h. 

341,  369. 
From  the  love  of  Christ  n. 
340. 
Reproach  removed  p.  31. 
Resignation  p.  39,  123,  141. 

ii.  230,231,  371,  486. 
Resolutions  holy  p.  119,  part 

15th. 
Rest  h.  246. 

Restoring  grace  p.  23,  138. 
h.  324,  340,  433,  495. 
Resurrection   and    death    of 
Christ  p.  2,  16. 
Of  Christ  h.  512. 
Of  the  body  h.  160,  449, 

468. 
Of  the  saints  p.  16,  17,49, 

71.  h.  241. 
And  death  p.  49,  71,  89. 
Hope  of  p.  16. 


Retirement  and  meditation  h. 

166,  222. 
Reverence  in  worship  p.  89, 

99. 
Revival,  prayer  for  h.  297. 
Riches,  their  vanity  p.  49. 
Compared   with   grace    p. 
144. 
Righteous,  blessed   in   their 
death  h.  248,  418. 
And  the  wicked,  their  way 
and  end  p.  37. 
Righteousness  from  Christ  p. 
71. 
In  Christ  h.  43,  44,  370. 
No  dependence  on  our  own 
h.  441. 
Rising  to  God  n.  110,  337, 

460. 
Road  to  Heaven  h.  514. 
Rock  of  ages  h.  319. 
Room  at  the  gospel  feast  h. 
396. 

S. 
Sabbath,    delightful   h.    89, 
246,  408. 
The  resurrection  of  Christ 
on  that  day  h.  133,405, 
410,  474. 
Worship  of  the  h.  89,  221, 

263. 
Morning  h.  221,  474. 
Morning  psalm  p.  5,  19. 
Sacrifice  p.  40,  51,  69. 
And  incarnation  of  Christ 
p.  40. 
Safety  in  public  dangers  P. 
91. 
In  God  p.  61. 
And  delight  in  the  church 

p.  27. 
Of  the  church  h.  5. 
In     divine    protection    p 
43. 


Sailors,  prayers  for  h.  450. 
Saints    happy,    and    sinners 

cursed  p.    1,    11,    119, 

part  1st.  h.  402. 
The  best  company  p.   16. 

h.  522. 
Characterized  p.    15,   24. 

h.  75. 
Dwell  in  heaven  p.  15,  24. 
Punished  and  saved  p.  78, 

106. 
God's  care  of  them  p.  34. 
Rewarded  at  last  p.  50,  90, 

92. 
Their  patience,  and  world's 

hatred  of  them  p.  37. 
Chastised  and  sinners  de- 
stroyed p.  94. 
Die,   but    Christ    lives  p. 

102. 
Punished  and  pardoned  p. 

106,  107. 
Conducted    to    heaven    p. 

106,  107.  h.  342. 
Their  afflictions  moderated 

p.  125. 
Judging  the  world  p.  149. 
In  the  hands  of  Christ  h. 

71. 
Their  death  and  burial  h. 

79. 
Pilgrims  on  earth  h.  118, 

119,  264,  342,  372. 
Their  example  h.  177. 
Their  trial  and    safety  p. 

125.  ii.  18,  124,  245. 
Salvation  h.  145. 
Of  saints  p.  10. 
And  triumph  p.  18. 
And  defence  in  God  p.  62. 
By  Christ  p.  69,  85. 
By  grace  n.  54,  70. 
Complete  in  Christ  h.  315, 

432. 


INDEX.  643 

Men  invited  to  receive  it 

h.  4,  6. 
In  the  cross  h.  81. 
Sanctifi cation  and  pardon  h. 

6. 
Sanctified  afflictions  p.  119, 

part  18th. 
Satan  subdued  p.  3,  6,  13. 
Saviour,  his  excellence,  par- 
don and  life  from   him 

h.  203,  314. 
Dying  on  the  cross  h.  207, 

208. 
Delighting  in  him  h.  226, 

317,305,373,403,417, 

422. 
His  compassion   and   love 

h.  61,  203,  291,   431, 

436. 
Precious  to  his  people  h. 

203,204,226,284,310, 

326,365,370,373,412, 

429. 
Crown  him  Lord  of  all  h. 

420,  421. 
Infinitely  excellent  n.  256. 
His  blood   a   fountain    h. 

363,  422. 
The  gift  of  God  h.  423. 
His  invitation  to  sinners  h. 

62. 
Love  to  him  h.  204,  225, 

226, 227. 
Scripture  compared  with  na- 
ture   p.    19,    119,    part 

7th. 
Instruction  from  it  p.  119, 

part  4th. 
Delight  in  it  p.  119,  parts 

5th  and  18th. 
Holiness  and  comfort  from 

it  p.  119,  part  6th. 
Variety  and  excellency  of 

p.  119,  part  8th. 


644  INDEX. 

Scriptures,  the  holy  h.    25, 

163. 
Their   sufficiency   h.    25, 

163. 
Their  value  h.  163,  257, 

290,  375. 
Searching    and    trying    our 

ways  h.  495. 
The  heart  h.  222,  239. 
Seaman'' s  Song  p.  107. 
Seasons  of  the  year  p.    65, 

147.  h.  261,  273,  277. 
Secret  devotion  p.  34,  119, 

part  2d.  h.  506. 
Seeking  God  p.    27,   63.    h. 

240,  484. 
Self -dedication    to    God   h. 

513. 
Self '-denial  h.  186,  270. 
Self-dependence,  folly    of  p. 

52. 
Self-examination,  or  evidence 

of  grace    p.    26,  139. 
Separate  souls,  heaven  of  p. 

17. 
Shame  on   account  of  Christ 

abhorred  h.  334. 
Shepherd,   Christ  an.     31, 

213,  250,  356,  357. 
Sick  bed  devotion  p.  6,  38, 

39,  116.  h.  480. 
Sickness  healed  p.  6,  30,  116. 
Recovery  from   gratefully 

acknowledged  p.  30,  88, 

116. 
Sight  of  God  and  Christ  in 

heaven  h.  94. 
Signs  of  Christ's  coining  p. 

12,  96. 
Sin  of  nature  p.  14. 
Original  h.  26. 
Original    and   actual  con- 
fessed and  pardoned   p. 

51. 


Universal  p.  14. 
Conviction  of  it  by  the  law 

h.  57. 
Our,  the  cause  of  Christ's 

death  h.  140, 149. 
Correction  of,  and  release 

by  prayer  p.  107. 
Its  deceitfulness  h.  181. 
Its   malignancy   and    cure 

h.  318,  322,"  328. 
Folly,   madness,    and  dis- 
temper of  h.  183. 
Sinai  and  Zion  h.  182,  503. 
Sincerity  p.  19,  26,  32,  139. 
And  hypocrisy  h.  69. 
Proved  and    rewarded    p. 

18. 
Professed  p.  119,  part  3d, 
139. 
Sinner  admonished  h.  253, 
504,  515,  521. 
Resolving  to  go  to  Christ 

h.  451. 
His  portion,  and  the  saints 
hope  p.  17. 
Sinners,    rich,    their    death 
and  the  saints'  resurrec- 
tion p.  49. 
Their  prosperity    not   en- 
vied by  saints  p.  93. 
Sins  of  the  tongue  p.  12,  34, 

50. 
Slander,  deliverance  from  it 

p.  31,  120. 
Sloth,  complaining  of  spirit- 
ual h.  95. 
Song  for  morning  or  evening 

ii.  35. 
Souls  in  a  separate   state    p. 

17,  140,  146. 
Sovereignty    and    grace    of 

God  n.  8. 
Sower  and  the  seed,  a  blessing 
on  them  desired  h.  478. 


INDEX. 


645 


Spirit  given  at  Christ's  As- 
cension p.  68. 
Holy,  witnessing  and  seal- 
ing h.  76. 
His    influence    desired  h. 

103,    214,    215,     247, 

265,298,368,369,424, 

442. 
His  operations  h.  173,  214, 

215,  216,  247. 
The    effusion    of    the    h. 

265. 
His  guidance  sought  after 

h.  247. 
Consolation,    peace,     and 

hope,  from  him  h.  292. 
His    influence     compared 

with    livinsf    waters    h. 

326. 
Dwelling  in  believers   h. 

327,  328. 
Spiritual  apparel  h.  14. 
Enemies  overcome    p.    3, 

18,  144. 
Blessings  and  punishment 

p.  81. 
Spiritual-mindedness  p.  119, 

part  2d. 
Spring  of  the  year  p.  65. 
And  summer  p.  65,  104. 
And  winter  p.  147. 
State  of  nature  and  grace  h. 

49. 
Storm,    and  thunder   p.    29, 

135,  148. 
Strength,     repentance     and 

pardon,    praved    for    p. 

138. 
Of  grace  p.  38. 
Equal  to  the  day  h.  251. 
From  heaven  h.  19. 
Submission   p.  123,   131.   h. 

230,    231,    362,     371, 

486. 


To  Christ  p.  2. 
To  sickness  p.  39. 
And  deliverance  h.  64. 
Success,  hope  of,  in  spreading 

the  gospel 
Sufferings     and     death     of 
Christ  p.  22. 
And  kingdom  of  Christ  p. 
2,  22,  69,  110. 
Summer  and  winter  p.  147. 
Sun  of  righteousness,  Christ 
the    h.  296,    299,  309 
365. 
Supper  of  the  Lord  instituted 
h.  190. 
A  memorial  of  Christ  h. 

192. 
Invitation  to  come  to  it  h. 

275. 
The    presence    of    Christ 
therein       desired       h. 
376. 
The    body    and   blood    of 
Christ,  nourishment  for 
believers  h.   312,    376, 
406. 
Communion    with    Christ 

in  it  desired  h.  448. 
Hymns    adapted    to     the 
celebration   of  h.    190, 
191,     192,     193,     194, 
195,196,197,198,199, 
275,312,313,314,376, 
406. 
Support   and    counsel    from 
God  p.  16. 
For  the  afflicted  and  tempt- 
ed p.  55. 
And  comfort   in  God   p. 
94,  119,  part  14th. 
Syjnpathy  of  Christ  h.    61, 
278. 

T. 
Teacher,  Christ  a  h.  367. 


646 


INDEX. 


Temple  of  the  Lord,  Christ 

its  builder  h.  482. 
Temptation  of  the  devil  com- 
plained of  p.  13. 
Temptations  overcome  p.  3, 

18. 
In  sickness  p.  6. 
Hope  under  them  h.  72. 
Of  the  world  h.  152. 
Tempted,  Christ's  compassion 

to  the  h.  61. 
Terrors  of  death  to  the  un- 
converted h.  97,  117. 
Thanks   public    for    private 

mercies  p.  116,  118. 
Thanksgiving  h.  162,   228, 

242. 
Thirsty     souls     invited     to 

Christ  h.  428. 
Threatenings  and  promises  p. 

81. 
Throne  of  grace  h.  158. 
Thunder  and  storm    p.    29, 

135,  136,  148. 
Time,  short  h.  271,  377. 
Right  improvement  of  it 

h.  272,  377. 
Times  evil  p.  11,  12. 
Tongue  governed  p.  34,  39. 
Trinity,    a   song   to    the   h. 

456. 
Trouble,    men    born    to    h. 

329. 
Trumpet  of  the    Jubilee   h. 

219,  438. 
Trust  in  the  creature  vain  p. 

62,  146. 
In  God  desired  h.   293. 
U. 
Unbelief  and  envy  cured  p. 

37. 
Punished  p.  95. 
Unbelieving  fear  banished  h. 

430,  475. 


Unchangeable  God    p.     89, 

111.  h.  466. 
Unconverted,   death    terrible 

to  the  h.  40,  469. 
Unfruitfulness  h.  188,  236. 
Unity  and  love  among  chris- 
tians of  every  name  h. 
398. 
Unsanctified     affections     h. 
188. 

V. 
Vanity  of  man  as  mortal  p. 
39,  89,  144. 
Of  life  and  riches  p.  49. 
Vengeance    and    compassion 
p.  68. 
Against  the  enemies  of  the 
church  p.  76,  149. 
Victory  over  death  h.  12. 
And  deliverance  from  per- 
secution p.  53. 
God  gives  it  p.  124. 
Vineyard  of  God  wasted  p. 

80. 
Vision  of  Christ's   kingdom 

among  men  h.  15. 
Vows  paid  in  the  church  p. 
116. 
Of  holiness   p.   119,    part 
15th. 

W. 
Walk    close   with    God    h. 

227. 
Wandering  affections  h.  39. 
War,  prayer  in  the  time  of  p. 
20,  60.  h.  401. 
Distress  of  p.  79. 
Disappointments   in    it  p. 

60. 
And  victory  p.  18. 
Spiritual     p.      18,      144, 
270. 
Warfare,   spiritual    p.    143% 
ji.  77,  270, 


Warning  to  delaj ing  sinners 

p.  95. 
Warnings  of  God  to  his  peo- 
ple p.  81. 
Watch,  ministers  do  for  souls 

B.  496. 
Watchfulness  p.  19,  141. 
Over  the  tongue  p.  39. 
Waywardness  our,  known  to 

God  h.  495. 
Weak  saints  encouraged  h. 

254. 
Weary  souls  invited  to  Christ 

h.  62,  333. 
Weather  p.  65,107, 135, 147, 

148. 
Wicked,  their  final  sentence 
and  misery  h.  449. 
Their    disappointment   p. 
52. 
Wickedness   of  men   p.    14, 

36,  51. 
Winter  h.  459. 

And  summer  p.  147. 
Wisdom  of  God  unerring  h. 
477. 
In  Christ  crucified  h.  195. 
And  equity  of  Providence 

p.  9. 
Of  God  in    his    works  p. 
111. 
Witnessing    and   sealing   of 

the  spirit  h.  76. 
Word  of  God  refreshing  to 
his  people  h.  2S7,  375. 
Works  of  creation  and  provi- 
dence p.  104,  147,  148. 
h.  440. 
Of  Moses  and  the    Lamb 

h.  22. 
And  grace  p.  19,  33,  111, 

135,  136. 
Good,  profit  men,  not  God 
p.  16. 


INDEX.  647 

World,    the    temptations   of 
the  h.  15?. 
A  wilderness  h.  364. 
Crucifixion  to  the,  by  the 
cross  of  Christ  h.  194. 
The  creation,  preservation, 
dissolution,  and  restora- 
tion of  h.  83. 
World's  hatred,   and  saints' 

patience  p.  37. 
Worship  public  p.   63,    84, 
122,  132. 
Its  benefits  h.  167,  346. 
Commencement  of  h.  201, 
300,301,302,303,352, 
357,358,389,391,461, 
493,  497. 
Excellence  of  h.  346,  347. 
Pleasure  of  p.  84.  h.  346, 

347. 
Prayer  for  the  presence  of 
God  in  it  ii.  274,   301, 
302,  303,348,349,352, 
357. 
Opening  a  place  forH.  201, 
235,  357,  358,  379. 
Worship  and    order    of  the 
gospel  p.  48. 
Delight  in  it  p.  84.  h.  89, 

90,  91. 
With  reverence  p.  89,  99. 
Daily  p.  55,134,  141. 
In  a  family  p.  133. 
Absence  from  it  p.  63. 
Wrath  and  mercy  from  the 
judgment  seat  p.  9. 
Y. 
Year,  God's  goodness  in  the 
seasons  of  the  p.    147, 
359. 
Yoke  of  Christ  easy  h.  62. 
Youth,    advice    to    h.     40, 
259. 
And  judgment  h.  39. 


648  INDEX. 

Invited  to  Christ  h.  260. 
The    best   time   to   serv< 

Christ  h.  378. 
Prayer  of  a  h.  492. 
Z. 
Zeal  and  prudence  p.  39. 
And  love  h.  10. 
In  the  Christian  race  h.  21. 


For  the  gospel  h.  48. 
For  God  h.  162. 
Zion,  its  citizens  p.  15. 
Asking    the    way    to    h. 

304. 
Happiness   and   safety  of 
ir.  458. 


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THE  FIGURES  REFER  TO  THE  PAGE  OF  THE  BOOK. 


AFFLICTED  saint,  to  Christ  draw 
Again  my  tongue,  thy  silence  break 
Ah  wretched  souls,  who  strive 
Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 
Alas !  by  nature  how  deprav'd 
All  hail !  the  glorious  morn 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 
Almighty  Father,  gracious  Lord 
Almighty  God,  we  cry  to  thee 
Almighty  Maker,  God 
Almighty  sovereign  of  the  skies 
All  ye  that  love  the^Lord,  rejoice 
Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 
Amidst  the  cheerful  bloom  of  youth 
Amidst  thy  wrath  remember  love 
Among  th'  assemblies  of  the  great 
Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods 
And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive 
And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love 
And  is  this  life  prolong'd  to  me 
And  must  this  body  die 
And  now  the  scales  have  left  my 
And  will  the  God  of  grace 
And  will  the  great  eternal  God 
And  will  the  Judge  descend 
And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 
And  will  th'  offended  God  again 
Another  six  days'  work  is  done 
Are  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools 
Arise,  in  all  thy  glory,  Lord 
Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers 
Ascend  thy  throne,  almighty  King 
As  new  born  babes  desire  the  breast 
At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord 
Awake  and  sing  the  song 
Awake,  awake,  the  sacred  song 
31 


427  FawcetU 

187 

Watts. 

438 

Steele. 

323 

Watts. 

474 

528 

Peacock. 

535 

Duncan. 

554 

Steele. 

502  Beddome. 

585 

Watts. 

574 

265 

Watts. 

440 

it 

505  Beddome. 

59 

Watts. 

132 

a 

139 

n 

369 

u 

449 

Steele. 

441 

Watts. 

372 

t< 

359 

it 

133 

u 

417 

Doddridgi 

556 

a 

454 

Steele. 

476 

Stennett. 

408 

a 

87 

Watts. 

520 

Slinn. 

360 

Watts. 

493  Beddome. 

316 

Watts. 

394 

u 

399  Hammond. 

272  Steele. 

649 

650 


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Awake  my  heart,  arise  my  tongue 
Awake  my  soul  to  sound  his  praise 
Awake  my  soul  in  joyful  lays 
Awake  our  drowsy  souls 
Awake  our  souls,  away  our  fears 
Awake  sweet  gratitude,  and  sing 
Awake  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  K. 
Away  from  every  mortal  care 
Away  my  unbelieving  fear 

Backward  with  humble  shame  we 
Before  the  great  Jehovah's  bar 
Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne 
Begin  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay 
Begin  my  tongue,  some  heavenly 
Begone  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near 
Behold  how  sinners  disagree 
Behold,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes 
Behold,  the  blind  their  sight  receive 
Behold  th'  expected  time  draw  near 
Behold  the  lofty  sky 
Behold  the  love,  the  generous  love 
Behold  the  morning  sun 
Behold  the  sin  atoning  Lamb 
Behold  the  stately  cedars  stand 
Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone 
Behold  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord 
Behold  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry 
Behold  what  condescending  love 
Behold  what  matchless  tender  love 
Behold  what  wondrous  grace 
Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand 
Bestow,  dear  Lord,  upon  our  youth 
Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God 
Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace 
Blest  are  the  souls  who  hear  and 
Blest  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart 
Blest  be  the  everlasting  God 
Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Blest  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest 
Blest  is  the  man  whose  heart  can 
Blest  is  the  man  who  shuns  the  place 
Blest  Jesus,  source  of  grace  divine   . 


280 

Watts, 

186 

« 

578 
575 

Medley, 

Scott. 

285 

Watts. 

508 
234 

Toplady 
Watts, 

376 

<< 

541 

Wesley. 

288 

Watts. 

453 

166 

Watts. 

260 

u 

354 

u 

576  Newton, 

310 

Watts. 

129 

u 

380 

tt 

462 

Voke. 

29 

Watts. 

53 

u 

30 

u 

467 

Fawcett, 

177 

Watts. 

201 

u 

210 

(( 

87 

cc 

512 

Fawcett. 

511 

Peacock. 

290 

Watts. 

423 
433 
171 

Doddridge 

Cowper. 

Watts. 

300 

H 

232 

(( 

144 

(1 

203 

(( 

281 

(( 

416 

Fawcett. 

49 

Watts. 

65 

u 

5 

u 

475 

Doddridge, 

TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


651 


Blest  Jesus,  when  my  soaring  thoughts  533  Heginbothom. 

Blest  Jesus,  when  thy  cross  I  view  532       " 

Blest  morning,  whose  first  dawning  354   Watts. 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  407   Toplady. 

Boundless  glory  Lord  be  thine  468 

Brethren  beloved  for  Jesus'  sake  586  Newton 

Bright  as  the  sun's  meridian  blaze  450 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death  386   Watts. 

Buried  in  shadows  of  the  night  298       " 

By  Babel's  stream  the  captives  sate  240       " 

Children  in  years  and  knowledge  52       " 

Christ  and  his  cross  is  all  our  theme      307       " 

Come,  all  harmonious  tongues  361       " 

Come  dearest  Lord  who  reign'st  above  516 

Come  every  pious  heart 

Come  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 

Come  gracious  Lord,  descend  and 

Come  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 

Come  happy  souls,  approach  your  G. 

Come  hither  all  ye  weary  souls 

Come  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind 

Come  Holy  Spirit,  come 

Come  Holy  Spirit,  from  above 

Come  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

Come  Jesus,  heavenly  teacher,  come 

Come  let  our  hearts  and  voices  join 

Come  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 

Come  let  us  join  our  friends  above 

Come  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 

Come  let  us  lift  our  voices  high 

Come  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid 

Come  sacred  Spirit  from  above 

Come  Saviour  Jesus  from  above 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 

Come  thou  almighty  King 

Come  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints 

Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing 

Come  thou  long  expected  Jesus 

Come  thou  soul  transforming  Spirit 

Come  weary  souls  with  sins  distressed 

Come  we  that  love  the  Lord 

Come  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name 


546 

Stenneit. 

409 

312 

Watts. 

424  Browne. 

368 

Watts. 

309 

a 

405 

404  Hart. 

336 

Watts. 

558 

Jones. 

499  Beddome. 

595 

159 

Watts. 

289 

u 

611 

Swain. 

371 

Watts. 

395 

t< 

460 

Steele. 

458 

Doddridge, 

423 

Byrom. 

159 

Watts. 

562 

491 

Steele. 

411 

Robinson. 

563 

578 

Rippon. 

479 

Steele. 

333 

Watts. 

466 

Steele. 

652 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Come  ye  who  know  the  Saviour's 
Consider  all  my  sorrows,  Lord 
Could  I  so  false  and  faithless  prove 

Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 
Dear  Lord,  and  shall  thy  spirit  rest 
Dear  Lord,  thy  word  of  truth  affords 
Dear  refuge  of  my  weary  soul 
Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts 
Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  people  hear 
Dearest  of  all  the  names  above 
Death  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid 
Death  may  dissolve  my  body  now 
Death !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has 
Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
Deep  in  the  dust  before  thy  throne 
Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove 
Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing  Lord 
Do  flesh  and  nature  dread  to  die 
Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay 
Earth  has  engrossed  my  love 
Enslaved  by  sin  and  bound  in  chains 
Enwrapt  in  thickest  shades  of  night 
Ere  the  blue  heavens  were  stretch'd 
Eternal  source  of  every  good 
Eternal  source  of  every  joy 
Eternal  source  of  light  and  grace 
Eternal  Spirit,  source  of  light 
Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 
Eternity  is  just  at  hand 
Exalt  the  Lord  our  God 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly 
Far  as  thy  name  is  known 
Farewell  ye  transitory  things 
Far  from  my  thoughts  vain  world 
Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of 
Far  from  the  utmost  verge  of  day 
Father,  behold  with  gracious  eyes 
Father,  I  bless  thy  gentle  hand 
Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 


580 
213 

Medley. 
Watts, 

243 

it 

437 
476 

Montgomery, 
Steele, 

504  Beddome. 

483 

Steele, 

484 

a 

494  Newton, 

383 

Watts, 

343 

u 

282 

M 

344 

n 

470 

Steele, 

112 

Watts, 

307 

u 

330 

u 

508  Hart, 

439 

Watts, 

322 

« 

96 

u 

615 

u 

473 

Steele, 

503  Beddome, 

271 

Watts. 

506 

Beddome. 

442 
560 

Doddridge. 

551 

Davies. 

379 

Watts. 

516 

Steele. 

165 

Watts. 

487 

Turner. 

74 

Watts. 

501 

Beddome. 

327 

Watts. 

477 

Steele 

614  Brown, 

588 

215 

Watts. 

353 

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Father,  I  sing  thy  wond'rous  grace 

Father  of  all,  whose  love  profound 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

Father  of  peace  and  God  of  love 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Firm  and  unmoved  are  they 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gospel  stands 

Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was 

Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  say 

For  ever  blessed  be  the  Lord 

For  ever  shall  my  song  record 

Forgiveness  !  'tis  a  joyful  sound 

Fountain  of  mercy  God  of  love 

From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 

From  deep  distress  and  troubled 

From  foes  that  round  us  rise 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 

From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise  356 

Gentiles  by  nature,  we  belong 
Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise 
Give  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above 
Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name 
Give  thanks  to  God,  most  high 
Give  thanks  to  God,  the  Sovereign 
Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise 
Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame 
Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 
Glory  to  God  on  high 
God  counts  the  sorrows  of  his  saints 
God  from  his  cloudy  cistern  pours 
God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son 
God  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise 
God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints 
God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope 
God  of  eternal  love 
God  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth 
God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down 
God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praise 
God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 
3i2 


653 


111 

Watts. 

591 

500  Beddome. 

431 

Steele. 

404 

Doddridge. 

414 

Steele. 

223 

Watts. 

313 

u 

46 

a 

22 

a 

249 

it 

142 

Waits 

473 

Gibbons. 

434 

184 

Watts. 

199 

a 

228 

cc 

93 

462 

Heber. 

356 

Watts. 

305 

Watts. 

382 

u 

183 

« 

179 

u 

236 

u 

235 

(( 

239 

M 

45 

U 

563  Newton. 

569 

90 

Watts. 

177 

a 

139 

M 

430  Beddome. 

312 

Watts. 

71 

u 

397 

Cowper. 

117 

Watts. 

182 

(< 

115 

« 

61 

c< 

188 

(< 

292 

M 

654 


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God  of  the  passing  year,  to  thee  531 

God  of  our  life  !  thy  various  praise 
God,  who  in  various  methods  told 
Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  king 
Go,  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord 
Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound 
Gracious  Spirit,  Love  divine 
Grant,  Lord,  I  may  delight  in  thee 
Great  God,  attend  to  my  complaint 
Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  sings 
Great  God,  before  thy  mercy  seat 
Great  God  how  infinite  art  thou 
Great  God,  how  oft  did  Israel  prove 
Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim 
Great  God,  let  all  my  tuneful 
Great  God,  now  condescend 
Great  God  of  glory,  show  thy  face 
Great  God  of  providence !  thy  ways 
Great  God,  the  heaven's  well  ordered 
Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Great  God,  thy  everlasting  praise 
Great  God,  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand 
Great  God,  we  view  thy  chastening 
Great  God,  whose  universal  sway 
Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
Great  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might 
Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 
Great  light  of  life,  thou  nature's  Lord 
Great  Lord  of  all  thy  churches  hear 
Great  Saviour,  who  didst  condescend 
Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel 
Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great 
Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 

Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews  3 
Had  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love 
Hail,  mighty  Jesus,  how  divine 
Hail !  my  ever  blessed  Jesus 
Hail  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace 
Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus 
Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord 
Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place 
Happy  the  city  where  their  sons 
Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign 


446 

Heginbothom. 

287 

Watts. 

103 

(< 

309 

u 

406 
537 

Doddridge. 
Stocker. 

456 
99 

Ryland. 
Watts. 

134 

a 

500 

Beddome. 

352 

Watts. 

128 

it 

97 

ti 

445 
490 

Heginbothom 

583 

464 

Beddome. 

32 

Watts. 

406 

Gibbons. 

557 

565 
577 

Rippon. 

116 

Watts. 

233 

u 

191 

u 

73 

u 

510  Hoskins. 

514 
491 

Kingsbury. 

130 

Watts. 

383 

u 

396 

Oliver. 

311 

Watts. 

221 

w 

551 

Wallin. 

598 

465 
508 
192 

Doddridge. 

Wingrove. 

Watts. 

350 

a 

250 

H 

338 

« 

TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Happy  the  man  whose  cautious  feet 
Happy  soul,  thy  days  are  ended 
Hark !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound 
Hark  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour 
Hark  the  herald  angels  say 
Hark,  the  solemn  trumpet  sounding 
Hark  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 
Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  be  wise 
Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face 
Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vision  said 
Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven 
He  comes  !  he  comes  !  the  Judge  severe 
He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies 
Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail 
Here  at  thy  cross,  incarnate  God 
Here,  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet 
He  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns 
He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God 
High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God 
High  in  yonder  realms  of  light 
Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  light 
Hosanna,  with  a  cheerful  sound 
How  awful  is  thy  chastening  rod 
How  beauteous  are  their  feet 
How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies 
How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 
How  charming  is  the  place 
How  condescending  and  how  kind 
How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
How  glorious  in  the  sacred  place 
How  great,  how  terrible,  that  God 
How  happy  they  who  know  the  Lord 
How  heavy  is  the  night 
How  large  the  promise,  how  divine 
How  long,  eternal  God,  how  long 
How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face 
How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 
How  oft  have  sin  and  Satan  strove 
How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 
How  pleased  and  blest  was  I 
How  precious  is  the  book  divine 
How  shall  the  young  secure  their 
How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life 
How  strong  thine  arm  is>  mighty  God 


655 


6 

Watts. 

533 
350 

Wesley, 
Watts, 

552 
401 

Doddridge. 

548 
472 

Kelly, 

609 

168 

Watts, 

145 

u 

279 

n 

416 

400 

Watts, 

20 

u 

321 

u 

525 

Stennett, 

162 

Watts, 

151 

n 

54 

it 

617 

356 

Watts, 

323 

u 

126 

t< 

275 

u 

425  Barbauld, 

373 

Watts. 

488 

Stennett, 

390 

Watts. 

219 

t< 

274 

tc 

490 

Davies, 

587 

298 

Watts, 

305 

u 

122 

<( 

21 

u 

474 

Steele. 

314 

Watts. 

134 

a 

220 

it 

454 
205 

Rippon, 
Watts. 

334 

ti 

285 

ii 

656  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINEtf* 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 
How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
How  vain  are  all  things  here  below 

If  God  succeed  not,  all  the  cost 

If  God  to  build  the  house  deny 

I  lift  my  soul  to  God 

I'll  bless  the  Lord  from  day  to  day 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath 

I'll  speak  the  honours  of  my  king 

I  love  the  Lord,  he  heard  my  cries 

I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word 

1  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee 

In  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chastise 

Indulgent  God,  to  thee  we  pray 

In  every  trouble,  sharp  and  strong 

Infinite  excellence  is  thine 

Infinite  grief,  amazing  woe 

In  God's  own  house  pronounce  his 

In  Judah  God  of  old  was  known 

Inquire,  ye  pilgrims,  for  the  way 

In  sweet,  exalted  strains 

In  the  sun,  and  moon,  and  stars 

In  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love 

In  thy  great  name,  O  Lord,  we  come 

In  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away 

I  sing  my  Saviour's  wondrous  death 

I  sing  th'  almighty  power  of  God 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart 

Is  this  the  kind  return 

It  is  the  Lord,  our  Saviour's  hand 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord 

I  will  extol  thee  Lord  on  high 

Jehovah  reigns,  he  dwells  in  light 
Jehovah  reigns,  enthroned  on  high 
Jehovah's  tribes  from  bondage  freed 
Jerusalem !  my  happy  home 
Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 
Jesus  !  delightful,  charming  name 
Jesus  full  of  all  compassion 


393 

Watts, 

398 

Newton, 

342 

Watts. 

225 

Watts. 

225 

u 

40 

(< 

53 

M 

254 

(« 

69 

a 

198 

it 

33 

t( 

241 

M 

301 

u 

244 

M 

13 

it 

519 

414 

Coombef 

535 

Fawcett. 

365 

Watts, 

266 

«( 

123 

a 

461 
494 

Doddridge 
Francis. 

612  Heber. 

283 

Watts. 

460  Hoskins. 

275 

Watts. 

324 

a 

373 

a 

451 

tt 

229 

a 

355 

a 

171 

u 

62 

it 

46 

it 

154 

Watts. 

3S9 

a 

181 

a 

507 

480   Gregg, 
498  Bed  dome 

542 

Turner. 

TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


657 


Jesus,  hail  !  enthroned  in  glory 

Jesus  how  bright  his  glory  shines 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name 

Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 

Jesus,  my  great  high  priest 

Jesus  my  Lord  my  soul's  delight 

Jesus,  my  Saviour  bind  me  fast 

Jesus,  my  Saviour  let  me  be 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  living  bread 

Jesus,  with  all  thy  saints  above 

Join  all  the  glorious  names 

Join  all  who  love  the  Saviour's  name 

Join  every  tongue  to  praise  the  Lord 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come 

Judge  me,  O  God,  and  plead  my  cause    67 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways  42 

Judges  who  rule  the  world  by  laws  92 

Just  are  thv  wavs,  and  true  thv  word       23 


402 

581 

450 
391 

Medley. 

Doddridge, 

Watts. 

545 

544 
318 

Wesley. 

Watts. 

537 

Beddome. 

502 

M 

422 

a 

189 

Watts. 

116 

a 

466 

Fawcett. 

333 

Watts. 

317 

a 

529 
495 

Medley. 

164 

Watts. 

Laden  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears 
Let  all  the  earth-born  race 
Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise 
Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
Let  earth,  with  every  isle  and  sea 
Let  earth  and  ocean  know 
Let  every  creature  join 
Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 
Let  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak 
Let  God  arise  in  all  his  might 
Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say 
Let  others  boast  how  strong  they  be 
Let  party  names  no  more 
Let  sinners  take  their  course 
Let  them  neglect  thy  glory  Lord 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 
Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice 
Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice 
Let  Zion  praise  the  mighty  God 
Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake 


374 

Watts. 

259 

« 

161 

a 

208 

M 

127 

u 

163 

264 

Watts. 

263 

u 

273 

u 

252 

u 

106 

M 

278 

M 

328 

(( 

435  Beddome. 

89 

Watts. 

336 

u 

366 

M 

170 

u 

72 

11 

256 

a 

590 

Doddridge. 

658  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Life  and  immortal  joys  are  given  377   Watts. 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord  295       " 

Lift  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heavenly  338       " 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray  315       " 

Lo,  he  comes  with  clouds  descending    415   Oliver. 

Lo,  I  behold  the  scattering  shades 

Long  as  I  live,  I'll  bless  thy  name 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 

Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying 

Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 

Lord,  hear  my  voice,  my  prayer  attend 

Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 

Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was 

Lord,  how  shall  wretched  sinners 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  but  thou  wilt  prove 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  sin 

Lord,  I  can  suffer  thy  rebukes 

Lord,  I  esteem  thy  judgments  right 

Lord,  if  thine  eye  survey  our  faults 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

Lord,  in  the  temples  of  thy  grace 

Lord,  I  will  bless  thee  all  my  days 

Lord,  I  would  spread  my  sore  distress 

Lord  of  every  land  and  nation 

Lord  of  hosts,  how  lovely  fair 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 

Lord,  thou  hast  called  thy  grace  to 

Lord,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servant  cry 

Lord,  thou  hast  planted  with  thy 

Lord,  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty 

Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  242 

Lord,  thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  vast  designs 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 

Lord,  we  confess  our  numerous  faults 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece 

Lord,  what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch 

Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 


571 

251 

Watts. 

388 

u 

586 

567 

[    95 

Doddridge 

Rippon. 

Watts. 

347 

a 

306 

u 

522 

Steele. 

26 

Watts. 

604  Davies. 

82 

Watts. 

14 

a 

207 

ti 

149 

U 

208 

<( 

12 

(f 

459 

Steele. 

51 

Watts. 

84 

a 

597 

Robinson. 

488 

Turner. 

136 

Watts. 

138 

u 

200 

u 

130 

it 

94 

u 

242 

il 

28 

C4 

11 

u 

154 

u 

372 

u 

566 

Hammond. 

304 

Watts. 

67 

it 

150 

u 

327 

a 

118 

u 

345 

u 

TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Loid,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man 
Lord,  what  is  man  that  he  should 
Lord,  what  was  man,  when  made  at 
Lord,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er 
Lord,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder 
Lord,  when  our  raptured  thought 
Lord,  when  thy  vine  in  Canaan  grew 
Lord,  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high 
Lo,  the  destroying  angel  flies 
Lo,  the  stone  is  rolled  away 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 
Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 
Lo !  what  a  glorious  corner  stone 
Lo,  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
Lo !  what  an  entertaining  sight 

Maker  and  sovereign  Lord 
Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  song 
Mighty  Redeemer  !  set  me  free 
Mine  eyes  and  my  desire 
Mistaken  souls  that  dream  of  heaven 
Monarchs  of  wide  command 
Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join 
My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 
My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so 
My  God,  accept  my  early  vows 
My  God,  assist  me  while  I  raise 
My  God,  consider  my  distress 
My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love 
My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears 
My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 
My  God,  my  everlasting  hope 
My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
My  God,  my  life,  my  love 
My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love 
My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
My  God,  permit  my  tongue 
My  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 
My  God,  the  steps  of  pious  men 
My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  save 
My  God,  what  gentle  cords  are  thine 
My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel 
My  heart,  alas !  how  hard  it  is 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name 


659 


249 

Watts. 

447 

Rowe. 

16 

Watts. 

245 

ti 

320 

u 

553 

Steele. 

131 

Watts. 

107 

u 

386 

u 

402 

Scott. 

262 

u 

547 
203 

Whitfield. 
Watts. 

280 

a 

231 

u 

7 

u 

167 

u 

378 

42 

Watts. 

314 

a 

265 

a 

555 
381 

Medley. 
Watts. 

330 

a 

246 

u 

471 
211 

Doddridge. 
Watts. 

293 

u 

9 

u 

91 

M 

113 

U 

250 

u 

364 

u 

364 

u 

376 

a 

98 

a 

346 

u 

58 

(C 

248 

u 

486 
244 

Doddridge> 
Watts. 

366 

47 

Watts. 

660 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


My  never  ceasing  song  shall  show 
My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love 
My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God 
My  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend 
My  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord 
My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need 
My  soul,  come,  meditate  the  day 
My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust 
My  soul  repeat  his  praise 
My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone 
My  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord 
My  soul,  thy  great  Creator  praise 
My  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll 
My  thoughts  surmount  these  lower 
My  times  of  sorrow  and  of  joy 
My  trust  is  in  my  heavenly  friend 

Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came 
Nature  with  open  volume  stands 
No,  I  shall  envy  them  no  more 
No  more  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 
Nor  eye  has  seen,  nor  ear  has  heard 
No  sleep  nor  slumber  to  his  eyes 
Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 
Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth 
Not  by  the  laws  of  innocence 
Not  from  the  dust  affliction  grows 
Not  the  malicious  or  profane 
Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men 
Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord 
Not  to  our  names  thou  only  just  and 
Not  to  ourselves,  who  are  but  dust 
Not  with  our  mortal  eyes 
Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 
Now  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 
Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 
Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage 
Now  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal 
Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 
Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 
Now  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear 
Now  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
Now  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive 


143 

Watts. 

19 

<( 

247 

M 

114 

U 

36 

u 

37 

U 

349 

cc 

135 

a 

214 

u 

174 

it 

96 

it 

66 

u 

176 

a 

332 

a 

387 

u 

501 

Beddome. 

14 

Watts. 

272 

Watts. 

393 

tc 

120 

a 

303 

it 

302 

u 

230 

u 

382 

u 

297 

it 

550 

a 

294 

u 

301 

a 

299 

i< 

384 

u 

196 

cc 

195 

a 

302 

a 

539 
69 

Rippon. 
Watts. 

340 

u 

35 

u 

489 

Newton. 

296 

Watts. 

403 
110 

Doddridge. 
Watts. 

36 

a 

426 

Doddridge. 

TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Now  let  our  souls  on  wings  sublime 
Now  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  smile 
Now  let  us  raise  our  cheerful  strains 
Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 
Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arise 
Now  shall  my  solemn  vows  be  paid 
Now  to  the  Lord,  a  noble  song 
Now  to  the  Lord  that  makes  us  know 
Now  to  the  power  of  God  supreme 
Now  while  the  gospel  net  is  cast 

O  all  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord 
O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 
O  blessed  souls  are  they 
O  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 
O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 
Of  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know 
Of  justice  and  of  grace  I  sing 
O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 
O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 
O  for  an  overcoming  faith 
O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 
O  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
O  for  a  sweet  inspiring  ray 
O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries 
O  God  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand 
O  God  of  grace  and  righteousness 
O  God  of  mercy  hear  my  call 
O  God  !  to  whom  revenge  belongs 
O  happy  man  whose  soul  is  filled 
O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law 
O  how  I  love  thy  holy  word 
O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes 
O  Lord  I  would  delight  in  thee 
O  Lord,  my  best  desire  fulfil 
O  Lord,  our  God,  arise 
O  Lord,  our  heavenly  king 
O  Lord  our  languid  souls  inspire 
O  might  I  once  mount  up  and  see 
Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 
One  there  is  above  all  others 
On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand 
On  Sion,  his  most  holy  mount 
Oppre9t  with  fear,  opprest  with  grief 
8k 


661 


482 

Gibbons. 

343 

Watts. 

464 

Steele. 

33 

Watts. 

284 

(< 

104 

a 

341 

n 

289 

a. 

313 

tt 

524  Newton. 

199 

Watts. 

174 

tt 

48 

it 

456 

Steele. 

408 

P.  Williams, 

541 

Watts. 

168 

a 

412  Cowper. 
428  Hart. 

279 

Watts. 

589 
72 

Wesley. 
Watts. 

478 

Steele 

88 

Watts. 

418 
11 

Logan. 
Watts. 

185 

a 

156 

tt 

226 

a 

206 

tt 

452 

it 

10 

tt 

481 

tt 

414 

492 

Cowper* 

15 

Watts. 

443  Newton. 

340 

Watts. 

321 

tt 

600  Newton. 

517 

Stennett. 

514 

Gibbons. 

448  Steele. 

662  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

O  spirit  of  the  living  God                        436  Montgomery, 
O  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise                 459 
O  Sun  of  righteousness  divine                45? 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  210  Watts, 

O  that  thy  statutes  every  hour                213  " 

O  the  delights,  the  heavenly  joys           363  " 
O  thou  before  whose  gracious  throne    425 

O  thou  eternal  glorious  Lord                  534  Medley. 
O  thou  my  light,  my  life,  my  joy           422 

O  thou  that  nearest  the  prayer  of           511  Toplady. 

O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry       83  Watts. 
O  thou  to  whose  all-searching  sight       419 

O  thou  whose  grace  and  justice  reign  221  Watts. 

112  " 

90  " 

485  Steele. 

339  Watts. 

339  " 

148  " 

345  " 
34 

348  Watts. 
8  « 

362  " 
227  " 
127  " 
608  Montgomery. 

584  Doddridge. 
610  Montgomery. 
420  Steele. 
359  Watts. 

349  " 
101  " 
267  " 
233  " 
253  " 
255  " 
584  Newton 
477 

25   Watts. 
606  Hoskins. 
245   Watts. 


O  thou  whose  hand  the  kingdom 
O  thou  whose  justice  reigns  on  high 
O  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Our  days  alas !  our  mortal  days 
Our  God  !  how  firm  his  promise 
Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 
Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze 
Our  land,  O  Lord,  with  songs  of 
Our  life  is  ever  on  the  wing 
Our  Lord's  ascended  high 
Our  sins,  alas !  how  strong  they  be 
Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress 
O  what  a  stiff  rebellious  house 
O  where  shall  rest  be  found 

Peace,  'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's  hand 
People  of  the  living  God 
Permit  me,  Lord,  to  seek  thy  face 
Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 
Praise,  everlasting  praise  be  paid 
Praise  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee 
Praise  ye  the  Lord,  all  nature  join 
Praise  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name 
Praise  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  shall 
Praise  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  raise 
Prepare  a  thankful  song 
Prepare  me,  gracious  God 
Preserve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need 
Prisoners  of  sin  and  satan 
Protect  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES.  663 

Quickly  my  days  have  passed  away  505  Beddome. 

Raise  thee,  my  soul,  fly  up,  and  run  335   Watts. 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs  368       " 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  king  601   Rippon. 

Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord  49   Watts. 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern  463  Fawcctt. 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state  146   Watts. 

Retire,  vain  world  awhile  retire  513       " 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return  409  Doddridge. 

Return,  O  God  of  love,  return  150   Watts. 

Rise,  glorious  Sun,  supremely  bright  499  Beddome. 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings  561    Whitefield. 

Rock  of  ages,  shelter  me  470   Toplady. 

Safely  through  another  week  526  Newton. 

Saints,  at  your  heavenly  Father's  310   Watts. 

Salvation,  O  the  joyful  sound  363       " 

Salvation  is  for  ever  nigh  138       " 

Save  me,  O  God,  the  swelling  floods  108       " 

Saviour  visit  thy  plantation  457  Newton. 

Say,  should  we  search  the  globe  566 

See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne  573  Steele. 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand  410  Doddridge. 

See  the  eternal  Judge  descending  613 

See  what  a  living  stone  202   Watts. 

Shall  man,  O  God  of  light  and  life  140  Dwight. 

Shepherd  of  Israel  thou  dost  keep  493  Doddridge. 

Shine,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  shine  105   Watts. 

Shout,  for  the  great  Redeemer  reigns  492  Beddome. 

Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive  82   Watts. 

Sing  all  ye  nations  to  the  Lord  103       " 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud  131       " 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  Jehovah's  name  158       " 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  that  built  the  skies  325       " 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands  160       " 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord  485  Doddridge. 

Sin  hath  a  thousand  treacherous  arts  384   Watts. 

Sin,  like  a  venomous  disease  385       " 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure  594  Newton. 

Sinner,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown  605 

Sinners,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God  509  Hoskins. 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard  428  Fawcett. 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message  592  Allen. 


664  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Sitting  round  our  Father's  board 
So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong 
Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  say 
Sovereign  grace  hath  power  alone 
Sovereign  of  life,  I  own  thy  hand 
Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  thy 
Sprinkled  with  reconciling  blood 
Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears 
Stern  winter  throws  his  icy  chains 
Stoop  dowTn,  my  thoughts,  that  used 
Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait 
Stretched  on  the  bed  of  grief 
Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour 
Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh 
Sure  there  's  a  righteous  God 
Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace 
Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 
Sweet  peace  of  conscience,  heavenly 
Sweet  was  the  time,  when  first  I  felt 
Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song 

Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days 
That  awful  day  will  surely  come 
Th'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 
The  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day 
The  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's 
Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name 
Thee  will  1  love,  O  Lord  my  strength 
The  God  Jehovah  reigns 
The  God  of  glory  sends  his  summons 
The  God  of  love  will  sure  indulge 
The  God  of  my  salvation  lives 
The  God  of  our  salvation  hears 
The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord 
The  hour  of  my  departure  's  come 
The  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face 
The  lands  that  long  in  darkness  lay 
The  law  by  Moses  came 
The  law  commands  and  makes  us 
The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now 
The  Lord  declares  his  will 
The  Lord  descended  from  above 
The  Lord  descending  from  above 


395 

Watts. 

311 

«< 

190 

u 

44 

u 

593  Newton. 

573 
530 

Doddridge. 

487 

Bed  dome. 

357 

Watts. 

564 

Steele. 

331 

Watts. 

387 

a 

140 

a 

527 

Steele. 

455 

u 

119 

Watts. 

251 

a 

153 

(( 

549  Heginbotkom 

560  Newton. 

570 

61 

Watts. 

370 

a 

163 

<( 

613 

Scott. 

39 

Watts. 

347 

<( 

27 

u 

165 

u 

80 

tt 

526 

Scott. 

456 

Steele. 

100 

Watts. 

31 

a 

607 

70 

Watts. 

277 

i 

306 

f 

375 

t 

200 

u 

375 

it 

548 

Sternhold. 

377 

W 

atts. 

TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

The  Lord,  how  fearful  is  his  name 
The  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his 
The  Lord  is  come,  the  heavens 
The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns 
The  Lord,  my  Saviour,  is  my  light 
The  Lord  my  shepherd  is 
The  Lord  of  earth  and  sky 
The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 
The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns 
The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his 
The  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches 
The  Lord,  the  sovereign  King 
The  man  is  ever  blest 
The  mighty  frame  of  glorious  grace 
The  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee 
The  promise  of  my  Father's  love 
There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 
There  is  a  house  not  made  with 
There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 
There  was  an  hour  when  Christ 
The  righteous  Lord  supremely  great 
The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear 
The  Saviour,  O  what  endless  charms 
The  spacious  firmament  on  high 
The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word 
The  true  Messiah  now  appears 
The  wonders,  Lord  thy  love  has 
Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord  we 
Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man 
This  God  is  the  God  we  adore 
This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  p. 
This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  h. 
This  is  the  feast  of  heavenly  wine 
This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love 
This  spacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's 
This  world 's  a  dreary  wilderness 
Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave 
Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God 
Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  blest 
Though  now  the  nations  sit  beneath 
Though  trouble  springs  not  from  the 
Thou  lovely  source  of  true  delight 
Thou  whom  mv  soul  admires  above 


665 


438 

172 

Watts. 

162 

a 

156 

c« 

523 

Steele. 

38 

Watts. 

418 
43 

Wesley. 
Watts. 

155 

4 

77 

t< 

79 

It 

175 

" 

6 

li 

602 

u 

99 

it 

391 

a 

536 
303 

Cowper. 
Watts. 

352 

a 

276 

a 

480 
540 

Doddridge 
Steele. 

397 

a 

419 

Addison. 

405 
325 

Cowper. 
Watts. 

64 

a 

424 
147 

Doddridge 
Watts. 

570  Hart. 

201 

Watts. 

435 
444 

380 

Montgomery, 

Cowper. 

Waits. 

39 

a 

498 

Beddome. 

610  Heber. 

205 

Watts. 

216 

a 

461 

476 

411 

Steele. 

291 

Watts. 

3k2 


666 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the 
Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of 
Through  all  the  downward  tracts  of 
Through  every  age,  eternal  God 
Thus  far  my  God  hath  led  me  on 
Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on 
Thus  God,  th'  eternal  Father,  spake 
Thus  I  resolved  before  the  Lord 
Thus  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One 
Thus  saith  the  Lord,  the  spacious 
Thus  saith  the  Lord,  your  work  is 
Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord 
Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord 
Thy  piercing  eye,  O  God,  surveys 
Thy  people,  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word 
Thy  presence  gracious  God,  afford 
Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord 
'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 
'Tis  by  thy  strength  the  mountains 
'Tis  faith  supports  my  feeble  soul 
'Tis  finished  !  so  the  Saviour  cried 
To-day  the  Saviour  rose 
Together  with  these  symbols,  Lord 
To  God  I  cried  with  mournful  voice 
To  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known 
To  God  my  Saviour  and  my  King 
To  God,  the  great,  the  ever  blest 
To  God  the  only  wise 
To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes 
To  Jesus  our  exalted  Lord 
To  our  almighty  Maker  God 
To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 
To  thee  before  the  dawning  light 
To  thee,  most  high  and  holy  God 
To  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love 
To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raise  my  cries 
Trusting  in  Christ,  go,  heralds !  rear 
'Twas  for  my  sins,  my  dearest  Lord 
'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful 
'Twas  the  commission  of  our  Lord 

Unshaken  as  the  sacred  hill 

Up  from  my  youth  may  Israel  say 


191 

Waits. 

51 

a 

577 
147 

Hervey. 
Watts. 

604 

Faiccett. 

293 

Watts. 

189 

(< 

60 

a 

294 

a 

78 

u 

63 

a 

209 

a 

200 

a 

590 
519 

Doddridge 
Voke. 

459 

Fawcett. 

185 

Watts. 

378 

u 

102 

a 

496  Beddome 

400 

Stennett. 

524 

Hoskins 

504 

125 

Watts. 

247 

u 

539 

Stennett 

182 

Watts. 

286 

M 

218 

M 

556 

Steele. 

164 

Watts. 

399 

Steele. 

204 

Watts. 

123 

U 

47 

a 

44 

tl 

530 

370 

Watts. 

389 

a 

287 

tt 

222 

tt 

226 

u 

TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES, 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Up  to  the  Lord  that  reigns  on  high 
Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes 

Vain  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 
Vast  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord 
Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame 

Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will 
We  bless  the  Lord,  the  just,  the  good 
We  bless  the  prophet  of  the  Lord 
We  give  immortal  praise 
Welcome  sweet  day  of  rest 
Well,  the  Redeemer's  gone 
We  sing  the  majesty  of  God 
What  equal  honours  shall  we  bring 
What  is  our  God,  or  what  his  name 
What  scenes  of  horror  and  of  dread 
What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 
What  various  hindrances  we  meet 
What  various  lovely  characters 
When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 
When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way 
When  blooming  youth  is  snatched 
Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts 
When  Christ  to  judgment  shall 
When  darkness  long  has  veiled  my 
When  death  appears  before  my  sight 
When  gathering  clouds  around 
When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  strong 
When  God  restored  our  captive  state 
When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name  224 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine 
When  Israel  freed  from  Pharaoh's 
When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay 
When  languor  and  disease  invade 
When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past 
When  on  the  cross  my  Saviour  died 
When  overwhelm'd  with  grief 
When  pain  and  anguish  seize  me 
When  Pharaoh  dared  to  vex  the 
When  rising  from  the  bed  of  death 


667 


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341 

VV  UU3. 
U 

218 

<( 

297 

(( 

178 

a 

608 

Pope. 

497 

Beddome, 

107 

Watts. 

379 

u 

591 

u 

326 

u 

337 

(4 

496 

Beddome. 

290 

Watts. 

596 

a 

572 

Fawcett. 

198 

Watts. 

444 
430 

Cowper. 
Beddome. 

413  Addison. 

559 

Neicton. 

448 

Steele. 

283 

Watts. 

78 

u 

452 
515 

Cowper. 
Steele. 

599 

25 

Watts. 

223 

« 

224 

a 

351 

u 

367 

u 

194 

u 

392 

u 

547 

Gibbons. 

579 
606 

Toplady. 
Noel. 

497 

Beddome. 

94 

Watts. 

215 

a 

180 

a 

421 

Addison. 

668 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise 
When  strangers  stand  and  hear  me 
When  the  first  parents  of  our  race 
When  the  great  Judge,  supreme  and 
When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge 
Where  high  the  heavenly  temple 
Where  is  my  God,  does  he  retire 
Where  shall  the  man  be  found 
Where  shall  we  go  to  seek  and  find 
While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light 
While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked 
While  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand 
While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks 
While  Sinai  roars,  and  round  the 
While  through  this  changing  world 
While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 
Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  power 
Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 
Who  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place 
Who  shall  inhabit  in  thy  hill 
Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn 
Who  will  arise  and  plead  my  right 
Why  did  the  nations  join  to  slay 
Why  does  your  face,  ye  humble  souls 
Why  do  the  proud  insult  the  poor 
Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boast 
Why  doth  the  Lord  depart  so  far 
Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 
Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 
Why  droops  my  soul  with  grief 
Why  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee 
Why  should  I  vex  my  soul,  and  fret 
Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Why  should  the  haughty  tyrant  boast 
Why  should  the  mighty  make  their 
Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die 
Will  God  for  ever  cast  us  off 
With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and 
With  earnest  longings  of  the  mind 
With  humble  heart  and  tongue 
Within  thy  house,  O  Lord,  our  God 
With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 
With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raise  my 
With  my  whole  heart  I've  sought 


468 

Steele* 

292 

Watts. 

358 

u 

17 

u 

568 

446 

582 

Logan. 
Steele. 

41 

Watts 

229 

n 

141 
55 

Dwight. 
Watts. 

572 
538 

Doddridge. 
Tate. 

595 

Watts. 

436  Montgomery. 
440  Newton. 

508 

Williams. 

299 

Watts. 

24 

u 

23 

u 

277 

a 

157 

u 

8 

M 

361 

U 

76 

(( 

57 

II 

18 

(( 

75 

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319 

(( 

582 

Scott. 

328 

Watts. 

56 

t( 

316 

u 

86 

II 

86 

II 

334 

u 

121 

M 

242 

a 

65 

il 

588  FawcetU 

396 

308 

Watts. 

17 

a 

212 

<< 

TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

With  pity  Lord,  our  languor  view 
With  reverence  let  the  saints  appear 
With  songs  and  honours  sounding 
Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God 

Ye  angels  who  stand  round 

Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth,  adieu 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigour 

Ye  holy  souls  in  God  rejoice 

Ye  humble  souls  complain  no  more 

Ye  living  men  the  tomb  survey 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice 

Ye  servants  of  th'  almighty  King 

Ye  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young 

Ye  sons  of  men  a  feeble  race 

Ye  sons  of  men  with  joy  record 

Ye  sons  of  pride  that  hate  the  just 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose 

"  Yet,"  saith  the  Lord,  "if  David's 

Ye  that  delight  to  serve  the  Lord 

Ye  that  obey  th'  immortal  King 

Ye  trembling  souls  dismiss  your 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  join 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 


669 


483 

143 

Watts. 

257 

u 

185 

u 

614  De  Fleury. 
469  Steele. 

433  Doddridge. 

50 

Watts. 

522 

Steele. 

529 
521 

Doddridge. 
Yoke. 

166 

Watts. 

193 

a 

296 

a 

152 

n 

550 
76 

Doddridge. 
Watts. 

602 
145 

Doddridge. 
Watts. 

193 

u 

232 

a 

429  Beddome. 

258 

Watts. 

518 

Steele. 

432 

Toplady. 

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